So here I was feeling proud of myself for maintaining a strict exercise and diet regime, and all I wanted to do this week was lose 500 grams. 500 measly little peanuts. But last night as I made my dinner, eating only 100 grams of my 200 gram steak and staying well below my calorie count, I had a not very fun thought. What if I don’t make the 68kgs club? I had a sneaking suspicion it was not going to happen.
And today, after boxing, and before my PT session with Bailey-the-trainer, I hadn’t. I had lost 100 measly little grams. I sat firmly on 69kgs, no budging from that. I’m annoyed and disappointed. I AM told that weight loss will plateau after a few weeks, but I SO wanted to get that extra 1/2 kg off me! I have drunk no champagne for weeks! I’ve forgotten what potato gnocchi and pasta tastes like. I just want a glass of red and a chocolate pie, goddammit!
I’m hoping desperately that my weight is due to some hormonal fluctuation, such as water retention. Because I want to be smaller than this, and I feel that my body is becoming ready to be smaller. The weight I can feel still clinging to me seems to be sloppier and smaller than a few weeks ago, but I want it gone NOW!
(Insert cute motivational picture HERE)
Like my motivational picture? Courtesy of www.motivational-quotes-for-women.com . I have to remind myself that I’m doing this for long-term health and fitness, not just weight loss….
My body is loving the new, health conscious me, by the way. But it’s also loving the fat that is parking itself on my belly. Which I’m not. Argh.
Breath. Just breathe.
So, thinking of solutions to this immediate dilemma, I’ve decided to go swimming more often. Starting tomorrow. Because I’ve been teaching all day today and I did a boxing class AND PT class this morning at 6.00am.
The trick to exercise, I’ve decided, is to do it as early as possible so you don’t get lazy and not put it off. Bailey-the-trainer wants to add a circuit class at 6.30am on Thursdays which will be great for me as I wake up at about 6.00am these days – urgh. Still, in hot and steamy QLD an early start is better as later in the day the heat can be feral. And I with it.
So, while I gnash my teeth and curse my fickle body, I will continue to breathe, just breathe. It’s not the end of my first-world. It’s just a few kilos.