On The Road Again…

I am off on another business trip, but I need to move the car before I go.


Yeppers. After a year (slight exaggeration) at 159 lbs, I have dropped another pound to 156. I am wearing size 10 jeans, and can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Here’s hoping it isn’t a train.

No, I have not managed to get to the gym. I thought I might try to fit in a swim, but getting ready to leave town with a sore back has proven difficult. Ah well… There is always next week.

And Robert, you are right, 157 lbs at 5′ 9″ is pretty svelte. 156 is even a little better – thus my goal of 149 lbs. For my height, it is a pretty decent weight. And I am so, so, so close to getting there!

Eight to Go…

Pounds, that is. Getting this close to goal is a little scary. Right now, I am really focused on seeing 149 lbs on the scale. But what happens when I get there? Do I keep going? If so, how far? Will I maintain my new weight or lose motivation and end up back in pushing 200 land?

I realize that mine isn’t a unique struggle. Well, and that is what makes it both easier and more difficult. Easier because I am not alone. More difficult because I have all of the statistics flying around in my head – and I don’t want to be among the 95% of dieters who regain the weight.

I know a big part of the battle is getting into the habit of being healthy – and not just dieting to lose weight. I am trying to keep that focus by setting the 200 workouts goal. Of course, going whole weeks without working out isn’t the way to meet that goal. I also know that beating myself up for not working out isn’t healthy, either.

With all that said, 157 lbs feels great! Wearing size 10 jeans feels fabulous! I am enjoying the rewards of my 4 months of fitness. So, let’s celebrate my half-pound loss by moving the car!

Vrrrrrooooooommmmmmm!!!!!!

Down In Back…

No, not you. Me. My back is in knots and I am very, very whiney about it. All I did was vacuum. And, snap! My lower back twisted into some reasonable facsimile of a pretzel and refuses to ease up. Even with powerful strong meds. Waaaaaahhhh!! I wanna feel good! I wanna work out!

I did take advantage of the horizontal nature of my day and read all of Karen Armstrong’s The Narrow Gate. I have a thing about feminine spirituality memoirs. It is part of my quest to find me – the genuine me – under pounds of fat, years of abuse, and layers of dogma. Sheesh, it is hard. Every time I think I am making progress I realize that the process is a thousand times more complicated than I first thought.

It is like cleaning out a closet. At first you are just going to straighten things up a bit – but before you know it you have everything out all over the room. And you are reading old letters and checking the pockets in purses you haven’t carried since high school – and then it is midnight and you can’t even see your bed under all of the stuff and you just want to go to sleep, but now you have this huge mess.

Well, it is midnight around here. Everything is piled out in front of me and I am trying to decide whether to throw it on the floor and get some sleep or to dig in. Hmmmmm…

I Just Don’t Understand…

How I can go weeks without losing an ounce and then suddenly lose a pound in less than 24 hours. I am sure there is some rational scientific explanation about breaking fat down into water and holding onto it for awhile or something equally as eye-glazing. I mean, I’ll take losses of a pound in less then 24 hours. But I am one of those girls who likes order and predictability. Granted, I don’t get much of it, but I like it.

So, yeah, I lost another half a pound. I didn’t work out. I didn’t stick strickly to my diet. (My family went to an all-you-can-eat deal on Saturday. I was sooooo careful, but it is just impossible to walk out of there without doing a little damage.) And I lose weight.

What am I whining about?? I weight 157.5 lbs! Move that car!

Fits and Starts…

All in all, I would have to say that the MegaChallenge is going very well. Sure, I have slacked some in my intensity and progress, but from what I gather that is typical. We all start out like gangbusters. It is the long-haul, day-after-day, month-after-month follow through that tends to get hard. So, the fact that I am still plugging along after 4 months of this fitness quest gives me great hope.

That… and the loss of another half pound. I am never this upbeat when I have stalled out! That puts me at 158 pounds – or 30 pounds gone since the start of the MegaChallenge. So, let’s move the car and pretend that no one notices that I haven’t worked out since Thursday. Okay? K.

Oh, and beefore I forget, check out Renee’s new site, Fatfighters. You won’t bee disappointed. 😉

158.5…

Yup. I finally saw something other than 159 lbs on the blasted scale this morning. Actually, the first 26 times I stood on it I saw 157.5. I must have swollen with pride because when I went back a few minutes later to re-verify the amazing new number the scale wouldn’t budge off of 158.5. What the… So, I am going to count the 158.5 lbs as my official new weight, and send lots of tributes to the scale gods in hopes that the lower number will return very soon. In the meantime, here is the car for your viewing pleasure:


Today is the last day of the month (“No, kidding?” you say.) and one of the two times a month that I do measurements for the body fat percentage. According to the fat gods, I have gained a pound of lean mass and lost two pounds of fat in the last two weeks. Thus the stall out on the scale. My body fat is down to about 27% which puts me about 5% above my goal. So, even though the scale is being a bit (okay, very) stubborn, I am seeing progress elsewhere.

Oh, and since this supposed to be a fitness blog (you know, including such things as working out) I should tell you that workouts 66/200 and 67/200 are in the bag. 66 consisted of a very long (4 hour) walk. 67 was completed via an hour of lap swimming. Still no joy on my elliptical buddy, but I am holding out hope that I won’t have to replace my hip before I can use it, again.

Stay Busy While I Wander About…

Just in case you find yourself with loads of free time because I am not being the good daily blogger, here is something to keep you busy. It is likely the most addictive and challenging puzzle I have attacked in my life. Oh, and in case you don’t have that kind of free time, you can do simpler Sudoku here.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you. (Yes, I am still stuck at 159. I don’t want to talk about it.)

Hey! Look! Over there…

I was hoping to distract you from the fact that I have stalled out for an entire week in the weight loss thing. I still feel very good about where I am, but when you get into the swing of losing a couple of pounds a week, going this long without a drop feels like an eternity. From what I understand, it isn’t an official plateau unless it stretches for 2-3 weeks. I am hoping I won’t have to report on that phenomenon.

I did get my butt to the gym for workout 65/200 today. I was completely unmotivated to get out the door, but once I got there it was better. I made it 20 minutes on the elliptical trainer before I headed over to the bike to finish up my 36 minutes of cardio. I know I need to get back to lifting, I just don’t feel like it! Since when has that been a viable excuse? It isn’t.

Stuck…

Several things seem to be glued in place around here. My eyes are glued to the weather. My weight is glued to 159 lbs. I could keep going, but suffice it to say that I would like whatever it is that is helping create hurricanes to find something else to do, and I would like my body to let go of the fat. I doubt that the two things have anything in common. Well, other than the fact that the more I sit in front of the TV the less I move.

I have noticed that I do tend to hold on to weight for a week or so and then drop it all at once. Maybe it is time for another one of those flurries of weight loss. I haven’t noticed any brilliant patterns regarding the hurricanes. But, heck, if they want to call it a season, I am all for it.

Oh, yeah. I did go to the gym today. No elliptical due to the hip thing, so I begrudgingly spent 36 minutes peddling the bike. Workout 64/200 is in the books.

Better Than a Workout…

I am not going to the gym today. I did workout 63/200 yesterday. It hurt. It still hurts. I am disgusted but determined to stay positive.

So, I did one better – I got my hair done! It is fall, and I am ready for new. New routines. New clothes. New hair. Maybe it is the years of going to school with all new things that set this pattern up for me, but I can’t help it. When September rolls around I get the urge to revamp my planet. So, since I am waiting until the last 10 pounds are gone to buy my new school clothes, I went for new hair.

I feel fabulous! I look fabulous! Well, so says my hairdresser. And that’s a key to a good hairdresser: they never let you leave without first making sure that you believe you are the most gorgeous thing to ever sit in that chair.

So, yeah, I am worried about the folks in Texas as Rita barrels across the Gulf. I am still all emotionally involved in the aftermath of Katrina. I am watching the continuing sit-in in Nashville over TennCare with amazement and disbelief that our government can kill people with a straight face. But you know what? Life is pretty good here. I have so much to be thankful for; fabulous new fall hair for starters.

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