Friday, June 14, 2013
My gym offers everything you can possibly imagine. Everything from a bazillion classes all day long to a medispa where you can get botox if you want it.
I don't really have a use for botox, but I did take advantage of one of their "tests" today. The Health Score. Basically, it's a smallish blood test to check cholesterol levels and a few other things as well as a short fitness test. One of the things it checks is weight and body fat. Sadly, not one of my scales is right. I weighed in today at 199....and 50.1% body fat.
Half of me is fat.
I wanted to cry.
I knew I was fat. There was never any question. I see it when I look in the mirror, clothed or otherwise. But I never imagined it was THAT bad.
I have lost no weight since I began working out and eating better at the beginning of the month. Not. One. Pound.
Not on any scale.
I wanted to just come home and curl up and cry.
But I stayed and listened to the trainer. A huge, hulking Katrina evacuee who never went home.
And I got overwhelmed with the data and what it all says. Apparently a lot of things contribute to weight gain and hamper losing it...not all of them have to do with choices I make. And then I got overwhelmed with all the "next steps" I should take.
After I listened, I went and worked out for about 40 minutes, lifting weights and such according to the plan Kelly put together for me. When I couldn't hold it in any longer, I went and got my stuff, picked up a healthy breakfast at their little cafe, and then went home and cried.