weigh in

Okay,

So I posted my weigh in on Sunday on YouTube, but just wasn’t ready to make my blog post yet.

SO here it goes.

I gained another 3 lbs. On Sunday I was up to 265. I considered throwing the scale through the window, and later decided that “perhaps” that wasn’t the best of plans. I mean they are new windows, and I might actually want the scale later.

So I crawled back into bed, woke up Jer, and complained for about 15 minutes. I mean I’m eating better than I’ve ever eaten in my entire life. We’re talking only whole grains, no super processed foods, a lot of raw veg, fruit, only lean meats (mostly grilled chicken, turkey, or fish), no soda (not even a sip on my “fun day”, etc. EVERYTHING (outside of my fun day) has been measured either via the standard cup/teaspoon/etc or via the food scale (meat & some veg). There was no going off plan. I DID have my fun day. I felt I totally deserved it, and I stayed on track to the N’th degree all week. Not to mention I was so sick of tilapia and chicken I could scream. Frankly this eating 6 times a day thing is kind of a pita. BUT I have done it.

Jer swears he sees a difference. To me my clothing fits the same, the scale is pissing me off, and the only thing I can currently fall back on is the fact that I can do SO MUCH more than I could 2 weeks ago. I never would have thought the difference in 2 weeks would be that much. I can do full sit-ups.. and only a few days ago I was concerned I wouldn’t be able to do one by the end of the 10 weeks. I can make it through an entire cardio class without sitting down for a few min to catch my breath. I “feel” stronger.

Now, seriously the scale needs to start going in the proper direction. The only thing I can think of is that I had no muscles to start with, and I’m starting to grow a few, and my body is in so much shock that it’s screaming for mercy and holding onto everything because it’s pretty sure the end is nigh. Every other time I’ve done exactly what I needed to do I’ve seen results. I mean it’s not like I’m on my last 10 lbs. No, I still have 100 lbs to go… now 110 lbs to reach goal.

So what am I going to do about this? I am going to keep on keeping on. I’m going to keep eating 6 times a day. I’m going to continue to make good choices, I’m going to continue to avoid soda for the full 10 weeks (at least). I am going to remain convinced that my body will HAVE to eventually drop something. Even if it’s just clothing sizes I can deal with that. I just need some type of acknowledgement from my body that it’s cooperating in some way. … though I guess the fact that I can do more without feeling like I’m going to die is acknowledgement.. I just want a different type of acknowledgement too. LOL inches or lbs ppl inches or pounds.

At the end of the week my body is screaming for mercy. So far by Friday of each week I have been sore everywhere, incredibly tired, and yet insanely glad I went each day. After class on Saturday I was so tired I considered just going back to bed for a few hours. Instead, we decided to go to the zoo. We spent from 8 am – 9 am working out & from 11:30 am – 2:30 pm wandering around the zoo. MAN was I done. The zoo was PACKED, it was 85 degrees and it was so humid in some of the buildings that the exhibits were fogged over. Half the aquarium had water just sweating down the glass. I still had fun, but when Sunday ended up being 65 I almost wished I would have waited and gone on Sunday instead. BUT I was still glad I went. I did nothing on Sunday, and I was totally okay with that.

TOM showed up and as of this morning I’m down to 263. It’s the last time this week until weigh in (Saturday) though that I’ll hop on a scale.

Work changed my hours to 7am – 4 pm starting tomorrow. That will be a shock. I detest mornings. So I will either be going to the 4:30 pm class or if Jer wants to go to the same class I’m going to move to the 6am class. GOD that’s early.

Whatever the case I hope I have some good news to provide in my next weigh in. I’m tired of reporting gains.