95 pounds and counting….no…that is not the amount of weight I have lost in eight weeks. It is the amount of weight I lift during one of my exercises working with trainer, BZ. He really is masterful at getting me to do things I would have told you at the beginning I would never do. Currently, I can handle modified pull-ups, sit-ups, push-ups and squats…not to mention weight lifting! He now has us preparing to jump rope…something else I have not done since I was very young…and now will only do if I wear my trusty Poise®…I don’t think he really knows the challenges of a more mature woman to hop up and down!
Actually, I don’t know for sure if I have lost any weight or how much…scales discourage rather than encourage me. I have been off and on diets so often that getting on scales just seems to make my attitude worse. BZ told me I have slowed my metabolism dramatically with fad diets and it will take a while to effectively dig into the body- fat- tire- around the middle. But, I do see promising signs after two months of what began as sheer torture.
First, the pointy ba-donk-a-donk has become a slightly smaller, rounder version. My waist has appeared after a year or so in hiding. Bras are also not fitting as well…a little more room in the cup. Face…thinner. My thought process is much clearer and vibrant. Here’s a big one… sense of smell has returned. It left me years ago during pregnancies and is back with good and bad benefits!! (Currently living around dirty diapers.) Surprisingly, I am less hungry during the day than I was when less active. However, I have fashioned a protein-enriched diet for myself and that helps.
The biggest change happened last week. My MO in the past has been to allow stress to rule my life… force me to stop any exercise and lead me to purchase gallons of ice cream and cookies. My first week of school this year was the toughest I have faced after fourteen years. On the first day, a parent threatened to sue me personally over a mistake with his child in last year’s yearbook…it went downhill from there. However, what I currently fear the most right now is the word STOP. I know if I stop working out for any reason…I likely will not continue. So, in the midst of chaos, I pressed on.
That is my advice for this week, everyone. In the midst of chaos, press on. I may not have huge numbers of weight loss to report to you, but, however small, I know the benefits exist. BZ told a friend of mine that I am doing good…so I will hang my hat on that and think positively. Maybe I am not feeling thinner just yet…but I do feel pretty fabulous!