When the coronavirus pandemic began, we all hoped it would be temporary. So I didn’t feel too badly about seeking a little comfort in Lucky Charms, cakes and brownies. Life, after all, was incredibly stressful. I was co-hosting “Morning Joe” from my house, covering the pandemic and the presidential election, managing the needs of our seven kids, taking care of 88-year-old mother and more.
The outcome? I gained 15 pounds and felt physically and mentally awful. And while I still don’t judge myself for it, I knew it was time to press reset.
It wasn’t about the number on the scale. In fact, it wasn’t even a factor because I wasn’t weighing myself. But I noticed I was sluggish and not on point. My skin didn’t look fresh, and my clothes felt tight.
I took an honest look at my daily routine. Prior to the pandemic, I was exercising regularly and I had been doing so well managing my lifelong addiction to sugar.
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When COVID-19 hit, I figured a brownie here and there wouldn’t hurt. It was soothing. But by month four, it was a glass of wine and a brownie, and then a second and third brownie. Meanwhile, my exercise wasn’t as consistent. I found myself dreading going for my daily run because of the added stress and the summer heat. So sometimes, I backed off.
I hopped on the scale and found out I’d gone quickly from 140 to 155 pounds. “Whoa, that escalated”, I thought. “Time to reset.”
To start that process, what was key was not to get upset at myself. After all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime, gut-wrenching, major moment in history. At the same time, I knew I had to recognize that this crisis wasn’t going away anytime soon. I didn’t want to feel this physically and mentally unwell for months on end. Something had to change.
For me, how I felt at the 15-pounds-gained mark was enough to shake me into resetting—in a realistic way.
I don’t eat three brownies in a sitting anymore, but I do have one! And I’m good with that. It’s a way to lower the bar for myself without complete deprivation. Overall, I’m also focusing on being more mindful about what I eat, because it’s easy to just graze on snacks when you’re home all day.
On the exercise front, I needed to bring running back to a happy place. Physical activity is directly tied to my mood. I leaned into that as the motivation to get myself moving again. And like most things, it’s gotten a bit easier as time goes on, and I hold myself accountable. There are still days, however, where I really need to push myself to lace up my running shoes and get out the door.
I’m happy to report that the hard work has paid off. I’m five pounds away from my pre-quarantine weight. More importantly, I feel good.









