It’s been 6 weeks since I decided to lose the weight that has crept up on me over the last 19 years, and it’s time for another update. I don’t know how much you all care about reading my updates, but I think knowing that I will share an update every 7 days really helps keep me motivated, so pretend you care. ;)
Over the past 7 days, I did lose just a bit more weight. One pound, I think. I’m finding it difficult to remember exactly where I started – is that strange to you? – so I’m very tempted just to start posting my weight. I don’t know if I should because…well, because of my own twisted female logic and the fact that others might think like me.
If I post my weight every week, somebody out there might think to herself, “That’s not so bad. I don’t know why she’s even concerned. She’s so self-absorbed. I weight XX more than that!”
And somebody else might think, “Is that all? She’s just showing off, or trying to make the rest of us feel fat. I’m never reading her blog again.”
And somebody else might think, “Wow! She weighs that much??? I never knew KimC was so heavy! She must be hiding some chunky thighs under those skirts.”
OK, I’m not so worried about that last one. If somebody wants to tell me I don’t look my weight – in a good way – I’m happy to hear it. And yes, I do have chunky thighs, but that’s not why I wear skirts.
But I don’t want to seem like I’m bragging. And maybe nobody would accuse me of bragging once they saw the number, so I’m worrying for nothing.
What do you think? Should I share my actual weight every week, or just my loss?
At any rate, my very bottom weight now is the top of my pre-marriage/pre-pregnancy weight range. If I eat too much salt or just too much food one day, I instantly gain about 4 lbs. (curse you, water retention!) and I’m out of range again, but at least I can touch the range now!
Maybe my first 4 lbs. when I started 6 weeks ago shouldn’t count for that very reason, but we don’t always have to be rational, do we? I want to count them, so I can say that I’ve lost 12 or 13 lbs. so far. That sounds so much better than 8 lbs. doesn’t it?
I was on and off the wagon when it comes to diet, relaxing some days and eating very light on others. While I do slip toward old habits occasionally, I think my bad days now don’t even compare to how I used to eat. Unlike our new exercise program, I think the diet is something I can live with – more or less – for an indefinite time. I want to say forever, but I don’t know about that…
I know that weight isn’t supposed to be how we measure our health, and I honestly don’t depend as heavily on the numbers as you might think. The main reason I’m aiming for my pre-preg weight range is because I know I have a lot more fat and less muscle. Even when I reach that weight, I will still have a much higher percentage of body fat than I used to have.
In the interest of getting a better picture of our true fitness level, we bought a body fat caliper from Amazon last week. The cheapest one ($5!) had great reviews, which made me happy. When it arrived, I learned why it had such great reviews: it tells sweet little lies. I am not so gullible as to believe that my body is in the lean category. I do not need to gain some body fat to reach the “ideal” range. I just need to find a
better more accurate way to measure my body fat.
I was not surprised when Google showed me 100 different ways to measure body fat with 100 wildly varying results. I kept trying until I got results that lined up with my own preconceived body image. What else could I do?
The take-away lesson for me was to pay attention to my own measurements and how they change rather than where they fall on somebody’s chart.
Perry and I started P90X last week, and it’s hard. I knew that already, and I’m fine with it. I still don’t blame the workout for last week’s back injury, but I did miss the 2 following workouts because of it. I think I did pretty well for the rest of the week, and while my muscles are still very sore – I spent most of the weekend limping around the house moaning about my aching [legs, shoulders, buns, fill in the blank] – I am looking forward to building and toning my muscles again.
I think watching the rest of the family suffer through Insanity helps my opinion of P90X. While others are talking about how brutal it is, I’m thinking, “This isn’t so bad. This isn’t nearly as strenuous as Insanity. I can do this!”
On the other hand, I often do reach the point where I just can’t go on and have to take a break. To my surprise, I nearly always find that if I had pushed for another 10 seconds I would have made it to the next break. Oh, and once Perry pointed out that “break” doesn’t mean I have to jog in place and do jumping jacks like that Big Stupid Show-Off Tony Horton and his 3 Show-Off Sidekicks, I did much better.
Did I mention I hate exercise? I’d much rather starve to death than exercise to death. Or to skinniness. Whatever the goal, I prefer starvation as a method.