Yo, Chubs, Let's Go For a Run.
It sucks to be an overweight athlete. Body of a cherub, heart of Wonder Woman and all that. Obvious reasons include - squeezing into spandex, finding appropriate clothing that is cut in a flattering and covering way, being slow (dang is THAT ever frustrating)...swelling of the feet and ankles (stuffing my club feet into tennis shoes is a challenge at times), bra strap fat, muffin top, etc. Less obvious reasons include - being constantly on a diet but constantly burning so many calories that I'm always HANGRY. I can't win. I volley back and forth between thinking I'm not eating enough to trying new stupid diets. I've done the Renegade Diet, South Beach, Weight Watchers (points ad nausea), Low Carb, Low Fat, Calorie Cycling, Carb Cycling, Road Cycling...oh wait that's not a diet. But you get the picture. Recently I cut *most* of the dumb-dumb calories out. Dumb-dumb calories are the ones you ingest that make you want to then eat something salty to go with.