i run so i can eat cake

'I run so I can eat cake' - this popped up on my Instagram feed last week (sorry I can't remember whose post it was to credit them!) but it really made me smile,  and it may have struck a chord or two.

If you read my last blog post, you'll know I've set myself a new challenge, to try to run 10 miles, very little to some, a marathon to others. 50% of me is doing it because I actually really want to be able to run 10 miles, the other 50% is doing it because since Christmas my weight has gradually been going up and up and my jeans have been getting tighter and tighter.
It's fair to say, I'd become a little complacent, I will still going to classes 4 or 5 times a week so figured I could eat as much as I want and get away with it.  Turns out that's not true, who knew? And with clothes I was no longer feeling comfortable squeezing my ass into, and a holiday on the horizon I knew it was time to do something about it.
The good news is, running burns lots of calories, I've spoken to a few people who've told me they've never lost weight so quickly as when they started running, so with my 10 mile goal set, some new leggings courtesy of the mr, and a waistline I was hoping to shrink I started my running challenge.
And here we are, 4 weeks later, the scales haven't moved, the legs are exhausted, my distances are going up, and my hand is reaching for the biscuit tin more than ever.  I promised myself a Maccy D's when I reached 10k, Sunday was that day, and a double cheeseburger and fries were what I ordered, and now I've set the 10 mile bar at a Krispy Kreme or two.  
While I really wish I could start to see those pounds dropping off, it's also really nice to know that for an hour of pain (yes, that's how Sunday felt!) I can enjoy a dirty McDonald's in all it's glory, and maybe I'll see those abs another day.
So, there we go, I run so I can eat cake, and burgers, and chocolate sundae's and pancakes and doughnuts and, and the list will probably never end!