We are past the middle of January and I am still in the fitness game! Can I get a woo hoo! **woo hoo**
Let me just start by saying that I have been feeling so much better lately that it’s almost like I am on some kind of a healthy high. Or maybe that is what it is. Fitness euphoria.
When I started off at the beginning of the year I weighed myself on Jan 1. And no, I don’t feel like sharing that number with anyone…not even my husband. Yep that’s right…my husband doesn’t even know my weight. It’s between me and my scale and the scale isn’t talking.
I actually hate scales, and don’t believe that they should have ever even been invented for the simple fact they can be deceiving and upsetting. First rule to remember about a scale when working out is that you are gaining muscle and muscle weighs more than fat. This is why it’s better to measure certain parts of your body with a measuring tape. I could take a dose of my own advice.
After a week of faithfully going to the gym and eating what I felt like was rabbit food and not having a single drop of alcohol, I then returned to my scale only for it to tell me that I hadn’t lost a single pound. A SINGLE F*CKING POUND!
For me this was almost discouraging enough that I was about to say forget this…throw in the towel…and just eat and drink what I wanted and exercise when I felt like it. But something in me decided that quitting wasn’t an option.
So I upped my game a bit. Started taking my working out a little more serious and cutting out any kind of sugar or junk food. And believe me…when my son’s birthday party came and went and I didn’t give in to a single slice of pizza or even the smallest piece of cake, I gave myself a huge pat on the back and went on about drinking my spinach and cucumber smoothie.
This past Sunday when my Denver Broncos decided to wait until the last 5 minutes of the game to pull their shit together and I wanted an ice cold beer to calm my nerves …I refrained and drank sparkling water with lime and hit the gym instead.
I decided it was time for the scale and I to have another round at it. So onto it I went yesterday morning and I am ecstatic, blissful, delighted and even rapturous to say that I am down 15 pounds! 15 POUNDS! That’s a 10 and 5 pound bag of potatoes! Gone.
It was a huge motivational movement to say the least. And makes me want to up my game even more. So this week I added 5 more pounds to my weight lifting and have been monitoring my calorie intake very closely. We shall see what’s in store for my next interlude with the scale.
My stats below aren’t as good as mine from last week but I think that’s because I spent most of last Tuesday sitting in a vehicle on a 6 hour round trip to buy lottery tickets. Kills the “moving around”. I want to try and push myself to 90,000 steps for this week! And if I succeed what should I reward myself with?
Here are a couple of my rewards that are coming up
20 pounds lost = New workout clothes. The stuff I work out in now, dates back to about the time my Mini Monster B was born…over 6 years ago. Let’s just say it’s very airy with all the holes in some of my sweat pants.
Feb 7, 2016 ~ Super Bowl Sunday = I will eat and drink what I want for the entire day! I won’t count a single calorie nor will I be remotely sober. And I am sure the next day I will complain about how shitty I feel. This is of course unless my Broncos win the Super Bowl…then regardless of what kind of food and booze hangover I am recovering from…I will be on an ultimate “That’s my f*cking team” high!
3 months of working out = New FitBit. My FitBit now is the flex and as much as I have enjoyed it…I really want one that keeps track of my heart rate and I just have to glance at it to see my stats rather than opening up the app.
Until next week,
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