Rats, Foiled Again (by myself)
Thursday, November 03, 2011
So I haven't been tracking for a while (in fact the last time I was tracking consistently was a week at the beginning of last month). But I have been getting my butt to the gym a few times a week. Which sounds good in principle and I've added in some weight training and I'm up to week 6 on C25K and really working hard at that so I'm pleased with that. But it's getting cold out and I'm not walking for a hour or so on the off days the way I was during the summer. And it shows. I haven't gained any weight back but I hadn't lost any either (was fluctuating within three pounds). So yesterday I stepped on the scale at gym, one of those doctor officy ones that I tend to trust more than our little electric one and was shocked and delighted to see I'd broken the 155 pound barrier and was weighing in at 154. I literally couldn't believe it and I was so happy and I went out and kicked butt in my workout. I mean, I came back into the locker room so red that a woman next to me though I'd been tanning and helpfully suggested it would fade by the next day. Only this morning I went down and weighed myself on our scale before breakfast and found I'm at 157, which feels like a more realistic number given how my pants fit and my current level of activity and calories.
The thing that drives me nuts is it so shouldn't matter. I've run for 20 minutes straight and I didn't throw up or pass out or anything. I can literally take off my old jeans without unbuttoning them. I am changing my body for the better and if I want to take more control I know exactly what I need to do. So here's to control and here's to doing the right thing and trusting the results will take care of themselves.