So…..my scale hasn’t budged. Well, it budged about two tenths of a pound. But not in the direction I wanted it to go. But don’t you worry; I’m not about to lay on the self-pity. In fact, I actually had a smidge of good news this week. I may not be losing pounds, but I am losing inches! (If I were a dude, this would NOT be good news). I measured myself last week and I’m smaller around than I was at the beginning of April, and not just in the boobs either! Those are usually the first to go, but they’re still here. (They may be pointing toward the southern hemisphere now, but they are still loud and proud). So, maybe there is something to that whole muscle weighs more than fat theory, because I have been doing some serious strength training. I’m like Walker Texas Ranger without the stupid cowboy hat. He’s buff, right? Bad analogy. I’m like Wonder Woman with more clothing and flatter hair.
I managed to sneak all five workouts in last week, and I even managed to convince Barrett to be my workout buddy one night through my awesome powers of persuasion. This week I worked in some regular old cardio, the stationary bike, belly dancing, pilates, weight training, and more BOOT CAMP. Amber the boot camp instructor is ridiculously nice, but when I’m doing my eight billionth push up, all I can think of is choking her with her own hair. I really thought I might puke this time. For starters, the sun was out and the temperature was above 60 degrees, so already I was in unfamiliar and dangerous territory. Then came the sit ups, tricep dips, squats, leaps, ply metrics, pushups, jumping jacks, high kicks, planks and sprints. OHHHHHHHH THE SPRINTS. Although to be fair, I’m pretty sure my sprints looked more like an injured antelope attempting to hobble out of harm’s way, only to get eaten by the lion after all. But I did it!
In all honesty, I was proud of my lost inches, but the scale stagnation wasn’t what I’d call a shocker. My family from out of town was staying with me this weekend and they brought my grandma’s famous almond roca with them. I told them I didn’t want any, but they might as well have tied me down and force fed it to me. I insisted on just one piece, and they said they wouldn’t be satisfied until I ate the whole gift box in its entirety. Weirdos. Whatever, I do what I can to keep my guests happy, and if my eating chocolate makes them happy, who am I to sacrifice their needs!?!?! So how often do I get to hang out with my aunt, cousins, and mom altogether? Not that often! So when we went out to eat and they said get whatever you want, damn it, I listened to them! I discovered half way through my meal on Friday night that lamb DOES in fact count as red meat. Whoops, another resolution out the window. So this weekend was a weeeeeeeeeeeeee bit of an exception to the “no desserts or red meat” rule I had going on. But still…no diet soda for me! And I’m not going to let one weekend of cheating deter me from the grand scheme of things. That’s honestly what I used to do. If I’d eat something I “shouldn’t have,” then I’d let it fuck up the rest of my day, week, or month. “Well it’s Tuesday and I just had a candy bar, so the only logical thing to do is to eat like shit for the rest of the week, sit on my ass, and start fresh next Monday!” I’m a big picture kind of gal now, and one weekend off my resolutions is not the end of the world. Speaking of which, wasn’t that supposed to happen on Saturday? Or did I just not get chosen…..something to ponder….
My 6 week challenge has two weeks left. I’ve slipped up a few times, but I’ve had an 87.2% success rate with kickin’ some of my vices. And I met my goal of 5 workouts during the week. So this week, the list looks something like this:
1. No desserts
2. No red meat
3. No diet soda
4. Five workouts per week
5. No peanut butter
I can eat peanut butter with ANYTHING. Bread? Yep. Apples? You betcha. By the spoonful? Wouldn’t think twice about it. And in moderation, peanut butter can be a great source of good fats and protein. But peanut butter and moderation don’t work for me. I looooooove me some peanutbutter, and my love for it could help explain my sturdy stature, so we’re going to give two weeks without peanut butter a shot. Heaven help me, this one might be the hardest of all. Next week I’ll be peanut free for all to see! (I’d totally say I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it, but it took me a good minute and a half to come up with that rhyme). Happy Trails!
*Shout out to my peeps: Mom, Aunt Sharon, Tara and Jay…it was a rockin’ good weekend and I miss all of you already
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