Weekly Weigh


Saturday mornings have been taken over by bootcamp. I haven’t decided if I love it or not.  I do love the feeling I get afterwards:  accomplished, strong and tired!  I’m going to stick with it as long as I can. I really wish I could take the weekday classes but child care + the cost of boot camp is a bit much.

This morning went much better than last week.  Last week, I kept getting dizzy.  Getting dizzy made me frustrated and in turn, pissed off.  Not my best performance by far.  Thank goodness today was good!  I was able to hang in there much better.

So far, bootcamp has only had 2 people participating.  I’m so used to such a small group that a large group would be so different–more people to screw things up! hahaha!  Some things were a bit funny today.  There was a newbie today named Rachel.  Rachel is super sweet but totally girly!  I kept telling her to harness her inner tomboy.  I think it took a bit for her to understand that this is supposed to be a BOOTCAMP experience.  By that, I mean Fred (instructor) doesn’t want us waving to people or getting distracted.  He really does want us to sing loudly in front of all the spectators on the greenway. Once she got that, she was great.  I enjoyed having Rachel there because she’s a cheerful person.  I tend to have a rain cloud over my head when I do poorly, so it was a nice dynamic.

It really took me back today–back to when I cared *so* much about how other people view me.  The old  me would have died before doing a bootcamp. (to be truthful the old me would have never survived a bootcamp, hahahaha)

I’ve still got 27lbs to lose.  I set a goal of a year.  I don’t think that’s going to happen, but I’ll keep on keeping on.  What can I say?  I finally feel like I am never going back to my old ways ever again.  It’s taken me 10 months to truly believe that I’ve changed.  No wonder people fall off the wagon permantly–10 months is a long damned time!

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189.  Two mornings in a row.

And I’m not sabotaging myself this time!

I feel very good today, in all ways:  physically, emotionally, mentally.  I love it when I feel like this!  Especially after I had a less-than-stellar weekend. 

Let’s just say that french fries were involved and that I snacked, snacked, snacked on Sunday.

But guess what?  The scale read 190lbs this morning!!!!!!!!!!!!! That means I’ve lost 42lbs.  That’s more than my 4 year old weighs.  I got him to lay on my back last night and then I tried to do some push-ups with him on me.  With him on my back, I was essentially back at my starting weight.  Good Gravy, was it heavy!  I could barely manage 3 push-ups!  Once again, I am utterly astounded that I used to carry that around on a daily basis.  Truly humbling.

Today, at the gym, I was dancing on the treadmill after telling my friend about getting to 190lbs.  My trainer walked by and I hollered out that I hit 190 and gave him a big High 5.  So anyone who was paying attention knows exactly what I weigh.  And I’m totally cool with that.  So, so many woman would be mortified to weigh that–and technically it’s still quite overweight.  But I’ve come so far!  And we women compare ourselves to one another far too often.  Far too often we measure our worth by the number on the scale.  God knows I’ve caught myself doing it.

On to other matters:  I have discovered Taco Bell’s Fresco menu.  I don’t know why I never bothered to look for healthy options at Taco Bell–I probably assumed there were none.  I got the Fresco Burrito Supreme with Steak.  Man, it was SO good.  It tastes way too good to be a lighter option.  It has 8 grams of fat and 330 calories, 6.5 WW points.  But that sucker is HUGE!   Unfortunately, I allowed myself to get far too hungry and it didn’t satisfy my hunger.  I had some chicken and oatmeal and cheerios when I got home.  Not perfect, but they are healthy options.  I didn’t rip through the box of Girl Scout Crack, uh, I mean cookies in the freezer.

Today, January 29, marks that day that I have officially lost 40 lbs!

40 freaking pounds!

I am so happy right now I could burst!  It is only tainted by the fact that today is my last session with my trainer for a while.  We just don’t have the funds for it to be an everyday thing forever.  But it’s  okay.  I can do this!  See, i’ve lost 40 lbs!

I will try to take a pic this week to mark the occasion!

My goal all along has been 160lbs. As of this morning, I’m down to 196lbs. (yay!). That’s 36lbs gone–HALFfreakingWAY!

For perspective:
That’s 4.5 gallons of water
My four-year-old son
over 7 bags of flour
approximately 4.5 average sized newborns
36 cans of diced tomatoes

That’s what I used to carry around every day. Amazing.

My darling husband has given me 10 more session with my trainer as an early Christmas gift.  God love him–he knows I would never have bought them myself even though I wanted (needed?) them very badly!

So, session #11 is today and I’m psyched!  I’m really starting to *enjoy* getting my ass handed to me.  I’ve noticed that my mental attitude has everything to do with the success of the session.  That’s kind of a “duh” statement, but as with everything else I seem to have to learn it the hard way, LOL. 

I’m not sure how, but I wound up with a really knowledgeble trainer.  We rarely do the same things twice–his repetoir of pain is extensive.  I kid, but really he has me doing exercises, positions and movements I would never have thought of on my own.  And here’s the interesting part:  almost everything is done with just my body weight!  We use nearly no regular gym equipment.  We do use kettlebells, a Bosu, this set of ropes with handles and “stirrups,” and some free weights.  But mostly it’s just me.  I wasn’t too sure of this in the beginning but now I’m really seeing some results.  I’ve got muscles on the backs of my arms now–who knew?  and my upper thighs are so much more muscular.  The other area I’ve seen improvement is my stamina and ability to do more difficult movements.

As he and I get to know each other, my workout improves.  He knows how to read me and I push to give him more effort.  It’s great, really.  Plus, we have a fun brother/sister-type banter that helps, too.  We crack each other up and in my life, laughter is very important.

My husband signed us up for more life insurance and the nurse came today to do a quickie physical.  I had to get weighed, blood taken, urine sample, etc.  And here’s the buried lead:  199lbs, baby!  She said her scale was extremely accurate, so WHOOOOOOOOO, HOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  199!  Go me! Go me!  That’s 33lbs officially gone!  only 39 more to go!

That’s right, I weighed in this morning at 202lbs.  Officially, I’ve lost 30lbs.  I’m a couple days late on my offical weigh-in, but oh well.  That’s 6 bags of flour for you folks playing along at home.

And I’ve started a food journal. (although, i totally hate the term “food journal” I can’t really think of anything better to call it.)  I’ve am tightening up on my eating again.  I have been letting it slip and letting myself have too many treats too often.  It’s all a part of becoming mentally tough.

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