Give me back my body

In a month I turn 35. I am constently fighting my body. I'll admit I like food, but can I please eat without gaining every single pound.

I am now struggling just to stay under 140lbs. A month ago I was struggling to stay under 137. What happened? Life. I went on 1 over night trip and ate out 3 meals. Leading up to it I took about 10 days off from exercising. Aparently not a wise choice.

Enough complaining...

2 years ago I tried the Tupler Technique to get my body some what back into it's original shape. It helped until I stopped wearing it daily, then everything went back to blah. I have been wearing the splint/belt on and off for the last 2 years. I decided I needed to start wearing it again regularly...well the velcro is done.

I decided to go hard core and look into corsets. I spent some time looking around and stumbled upon Orchard Corset. I fell in love. Cotton, sturdy, and great reviews. I ordered the 426 S and it arrived in less than a week.


Please excuse my dirty mirror.

 The gaps on the top and bottom are normal for about the first week as I am still breaking in the corset. For reference I am 5'2" with a longer torso.

I really like it. I just wish it was already broke in or that is was perfectly acceptable to wear a corset (on the outside of clothes.) I love the look of a corset, but I don't think I can pull it off as an everyday outfit.

Now with the help of my online friends I am hoping to weigh 135 for my 35th.

Ouch!

Signed up for my first 5k since I was in college, a few months ago. I just got the green light a week earlier to run, after having some back problems. 

It was a perfect running day. 60F and slightly overcast. As I drove to the race a bald eagle even cruised above my car for 4-5 car lengths. I felt like this was a good omen.....I was wrong.

I started in the middle of the pack because I don't run 6-7 minute miles like I used to :) that was my first mistake. It was bike path narrow and I had to pass a few hundred people, some who were already walking within the first 1/4 mile. At the 1 mile marker I felt awesome! I was pacing with a few people and then slowly passing them. At about a 1.3 miles running on the street....my bad ankle met a rock. Yes completely random and some kind of cruel joke. I wanted to cry. I wanted someone to come pick me up and give me a ride back. It hurt bad. I sat down for a couple of minutes hoping the pain would slow down so I could limp it in. It didn't. I got tired of sitting, so I walked. 

By the time I got on the grass again a mommy friend who is 8 month pregnant come jogging by. I decided what the hell I can just jog slow because I am feeling pathetic limping along. So I gimped along jogging. I got tired of that so then I said my farewells to the mommy friend and ran it in. The blacktop.....it hurt. Every step on my left foot was felt up to my knee, but only 1 mike to go, and as gimpy as I was, I was still gaining on everyone in front of me. 

I finished in 33 minutes. Not exactly the under 30 I was aiming for. I seriously want a do over. There is another 5k there in August. I am thinking that next time, I need to wrap my ankle and start towards the front more.  

Lessons Learned.