We left off with a week of miniscule weight loss and a slight gain the week prior to that. I’m not going to sugar coat it, I was really discouraged after two weeks of feeling I wasn’t going anywhere. If I had a third week like that, I’m not sure how easy it would have been for me to want to continue working so hard and monitoring everything single thing I eat so carefully.
Can someone pass the paleo-fied dessert, please? It’s paleo which is healthy, so I can have the whole pan of brownies, right?
You know I’m kidding, but it was starting to get me really down.
My trainer switched up my meal plan a tad and added more cardio to my schedule. I even started entering my food into My Fitness Pal again, just to visualize my macros, calories, meals… to see the exact break down of my nutrition. Keep myself in the zone. I’m a geek, so I like data.
Here’s your reminder of where I began. Starting weight of 197.5 pounds.
Week 1 5.5 pounds lost, bringing me to 192.
Week 2 1.5 pounds lost, and 190.5 pounds.
Week 3 2.5 pounds lost, and 188 pounds.
Week 4 1.5 pounds lost, and 186.5 pounds.
Week 5 1 pound GAIN, and 187.5 pounds.
Week 6 0.5 pound lost, and 187 pounds.
(Keeping weekly progress in posts for now.)
And on weigh-in morning…
Weight Lost: 4.5 pounds (15 pounds total)
Whaaaaat? I had to triple check the scale!! I kept thinking, C’mon 185. That’s all I’m asking for, just two pounds. I can live with two pounds. It’s much better than a half pound lost or a gain.
My gym has a balance scale (with the two little sliders like doctor’s offices always had growing up) and I pushed the large weight to 150 then slid the small weight right up to 35, for a total of 185. *clunk* Too much weight. I kept tapping it to the left, bit by bit. Closing in on 183, still too heavy. Another half pound and it’s perfect. I’m completely stunned. 182.5. So close to 170s. I can’t even fathom it.
I got off the scale and stepped back on, thinking that maybe I was standing on it funny. Put my clothes back on even and got back on, up only a pound with those on. Wow. It must be real.
15 pounds total lost in 7 weeks. I’m averaging just over 2 pounds per week again. I love it.
Lessons Learned & Highlights of the Week:
- Sub 30 5k.
In case you are not a runner, this means a 5k (3.1 miles) in under 30 minutes. This has been on my goal list all year. I’ve gotten close twice by about 20 seconds and missed. I was starting to give up hope that it would happen. I should REALLY stop doubting myself. I’ve been daring enough to add sub 25 5k to my list of Goals for Life now. Eep.
- Disappointing competition news.
My trainer broke the news to me that he thinks I’ll likely be a bikini candidate this year rather than figure. Honestly, I understand where he’s coming from, so I’m not upset with him for saying it. I like that he tells things straight and he’s not going to have me compete in figure if I’m not on that level yet.
He said I might be bikini this year, take time off to bulk up more and hit figure the following year. He also said that he could be wrong, we still have time. I told him I’d like to be able to prove him wrong. 😉
The more I look at bikini girls and competitions, the more I realize that’s not really me. It almost feels like the main point of the category is focused on sex appeal not as much the physical fitness and muscularity. I’m uncomfortable with the posing especially.
- Avoided office temptation.
My office has a potluck for every birthday. We had one yesterday and since our staff is small, I pretty much had to bring something. Even though I wouldn’t be eating anything because of my meal plan, I brought in hummus and carrots. The co-worker whose birthday we were celebrating enjoyed hummus and carrots the last time I brought it, so that’s what I got for her.
I used to be the person who would bring dessert. I loved baking cookies, cakes, pies, etc. Anything new and delicious looking that I found a recipe for, I would make. That’s not part of who I am anymore though. Especially being paleo, I don’t keep regular flour and sugar in the house at all.There is one woman in my office who CONSTANTLY encourages me to eat shit. She also complained that she didn’t like hummus (Well, it’s not for you, bitch!!) And at this party, she kept saying to me, “C’mon, you can cheat one day.”
She doesn’t get it. I remind her probably weekly that I used to weigh 240 pounds. I’m down close to 60 pounds now. Still, she won’t stop.
Yes, I do WANT to eat that shit. My “lizard” brain wants to eat the cheesy potatoes, corn chowder, deli baked chicken, blueberry cheesecake and whatever else you have. My rational brain takes over quickly though and reminds me of how far I’ve come, how good I feel and how terrible that food is going to react with my body.
- Made almond butter.
I ordered a bulk 5 pound bag of almonds that came in just before my trainer removed afternoon almonds from my diet. I decided that I could be making my own almond butter with those. I pulled out the food processor and after much patience, raw almonds and a tiny bit of coconut oil, I had almond butter creamier than the store bought processed stuff! (Google if you want a recipe! So easy!)
No palm oil or sugar. This is straight almond butter with less than a tablespoon of coconut oil. It’s DELICIOUS. Next time, I’m going to give roasting the almonds a try.
And coming next week, I’ll have a blog up about my first ultra this weekend! 12 hours of a 4 mile loop, as many laps as possible, the Bad Apple Ultra. We’ll see if that was a good idea or not. 😉