I have now reached Stage 6 of New Rules of Lifting for Women. The big goal of this stage is to prepare me to do a pull-up. I'm not getting there this time around - it's not that I don't have faith in myself. I'm actually 185 lbs. And I don't think I can deadlift that weight - using my entire body - so I doubt I'll be able to only use my lats and somehow lift all that.
But that doesn't mean I'm not working on it. I got an excellent garage sale find: a pull-up bar made in 1994, never even taken out of the box - and it was only $1.50. That's a great find! I was very excited, and we've hung it up in the doorway to the guest room. When I walk by (as long as I'm not too sore from a previous workout), I hang on, pack my shoulders, and pulllllll!
This is the awesome box it came in. Glad I got a picture, because it went out with the recycling. This is all I have left:
Airin took a fun picture of me on June 30th in Ann Arbor - this is before I got my hair trimmed, so it's actually longer here than it is now:
And here are a couple more. A picture of my cousin and me (she's expecting):
Avery and me at the natural history museum:
I am having a difficult time... because although Airin says I look better, and that I'm stronger, and I have muscle replacing fat, etc... I am still in the same clothes - and the pants are still tight! - that I was in when I started. My butt is lifted, my legs look better, I've chiseled out some shoulders, etc... but I'm still in the same clothes, and they don't fit any better.
Though, I must say, my butt looks better in a pair of jeans! They're size 16's though.
So it's getting harder to trust this process. I'm supposed to be speeding up my metabolism by working out, building muscle, etc.... and I know that other women who work out eat MORE than me - like 2500-3000 calories/day. I could try to eat MORE - closer to my TEE - but I'm scared I'll just get fatter. I'm aiming for around 1800-2100/day, but with lots of protein, fruits and vegetables. I'm giving it a few weeks to see what happens.
At the end of Stage 5, I was going to weigh myself, do my measurements, etc. but decided not to. I knew it would just be the same. I would look the same as I did a few weeks ago at the end of stage 4. My weight probably would increase, my body fat calculator says I'm fattier (even though I know I'm more muscular), my measurements would be around the same, and my pictures would look nearly identical to those taken back in APRIL. So I decided to save myself the time, the aggravation, and the disappointment and just- say f*ck it.
I feel more confident. I feel more attractive. Airin says I am looking better - especially my butt and legs. And yet, when I look at pictures, I can't see a difference. And my measurements say similar.
So... again, f*ck it.
I am thinking I may do the Drop 2 Sizes program next. I don't think it prescribes enough food for the activity it requires, but I'll add a couple hundred healthy calories if necessary. The workouts don't look like much, but some die hard New Rules fans claim that they're a killer.
In other news, Halen is home. He was visiting his grandparents for almost 2 months this summer. His rat isn't doing well - Alphonse. Then he had an abscess on his neck which popped the other day (which is how we found out about it - why is the rat wet? Why does he smell so damn terrible????). We've had to work on draining it and cleaning. I'm also giving him ibuprofen in some yogurt with honey. It looks pretty awful, but it doesn't appear to be draining anymore at least.
But he is elderly - he is 2 years, 8 months. That's pretty old for a rat. His brother died back in February or March. So this is hitting him kind of hard. He is still eating, nesting, and cuddling. He appears to be in pretty good spirits. But I know his time is running out. I'm being up front with Halen about it: that Al is in the palliative care stage of his life, and that we are working primarily on pain management and quality of life. I no longer worry about feeding him all healthy food - if he wants yogurt and honey, or pizza, then fine. He's lived a very long life - if he doesn't want zucchini, who am I to argue?
Well... time to get dressed and head to the gym. Then it's back home for work, work and work.