How's THIS for motivation?
On January 2, I started a fitness challenge. I'm doing P90X, following a basic TeamBeachBody nutrition guideline, using Shakeology and going to Zumba three times a week.
Week one: way sore, only lost two pounds. This brought me to the weight number I have been battling against for the last year and a half. Maybe I've lost inches. ::crosses fingers:: Nope.
So I have a choice - leap of faith, trust the plan, stay on my current path or give up and be at this same weight this time next year (or heaven forbid even heavier). Yeah. that made it easier.
Week two. Last Thursday, I had a doctor's appointment. One where I knew I'd have to be weighed. Five weeks prior was my last appointment and the doctor mentioned that I'd gained a few pounds. And um, yeah, it was before the holidays so I can't blame Christmas or New Year's.
I hadn't weighed since that Monday so I really had no idea what my number would be and I was determined not to be stressed about it. It is what it is, and even if I haven't lost any more than the two pounds from Monday, at least it was two pounds down.
So I hop on the scale and move the weight to where I thought it should be. Too heavy? Sa-weet! Slide it down, slide it down, slide it down. Five pounds down. By the doctor's record, I've lost 13 pounds in five weeks. And today when I weighed in, I was hoping that my scale - which tends to weigh me a couple pounds heavier than the doctor's scale - reflected that same number.
Well, it didn't.
It was two pounds LESS.
::sprinkler:: ::running man:: ::MC Hammer U Can't Touch This::
Should I dare take measurements? Romi used to weigh and measure me every two weeks when I was working with her. I had a general idea of what my measurements were (mostly my waist measurement), so imagine my surprise when I had lost inches in my chest, waist, hips, thighs (TWO inches in EACH thigh, thankyouverymuch), biceps and calves. 9 inches in total. Ten pounds in total. In two weeks.
Yeah, I'll take that. I'll take that all day long. Good bye plateau. I will not miss you. Buh bye!
All pumped up that I now weigh right around what I did on my wedding day - ten years ago - I headed to the gym to do the chest and back workout.
Woooooooooweeeeee! What a struggle I had today. Everything felt so hard, but I looked back at my records and I'm steadily improving. And the sweat was actually rolling off me. Attractive.
I went to Zumba this afternoon and was drenched in sweat after that class too. But I loved it. Tomorrow is freakin' Plyo. I do not love plyo, but I'm determined to master it.
Can't wait to see what next Monday brings.