Is anyone still with me?
It’s been 7 weeks since my last drink – no, wait. That’s not right. It’s been 7 weeks since my last ice cream, except for last night. I had 2 scoops, with toasted pecans. It was sooo worth it!
My weight seems to have plateaued, but I think I’m ok with that. I wake up nearly every morning at about 11 or 12 lbs. below where I used to wake up, and just a few pounds heavier than where I woke up as a 17yo, so I’m happy for now.
I’m still working hard to eat only when hungry, or at least to keep my “gas tank” on 1/4 instead of 3/4. Perry thinks I’m weird, but I think it makes everything taste better! Doesn’t food taste better when you are hungry? So if you’re always hungry when you eat, everything tastes better, right? What’s to dispute?
I’m working hard on eating moderately, but I’m working even harder on exercising. Perry and I have a running joke that we are each doing this for each other, and neither of us really wants to be doing it at all. The truth is he wants both of us to do it, and I want only him to do it. Just kidding. I may hate exercise while I do it, but I love it when it’s done. I love a little muscle soreness to remind me that I really accomplished something, and I love that I can already see real results – and so can the rest of the family.
I have new muscle definition in my legs, where I haven’t seen definition for many moons. I feel more energetic – except right after a workout, at which point I feel like a zombie, but in a good way. At least I keep telling myself that, in the hope that I’ll believe it someday. Can zombies feel anything at all? I don’t know. I’ll let you know.
I do have a new theory about my body fat and muscles. After measuring my lovely daughters with my body fat caliper, I was very surprised to find that the measurements on my flabby ole’ bod put my body fat level on a par with my fit young children, even when adjusted for age.
Here’s my theory. Feel free to shoot it down if you think my head sounds fatter than the rest of my body.
When I was young, I worked hard and exercised hard and developed a lot of muscle. I know this much is true.
When I got older and lazier, I thought the muscle wasted away and was replaced by fat. It looked like that was happening. I lost much of my tone, gained some weight, and gave up on all my old clothes.
Now I think that most of the muscle is still hiding in there, masquerading as fat. It’s limp and quiet and lazy muscle. It’s been doing a good job hiding all these years, but the caliper has revealed it. Except the muscles responsible for situps. I think they walked off the job and were never seen again. They’re probably hiding somewhere in Gov. Arnold’s arms. I wonder if they do situp-muscle transplants yet, and how would a person get on the waiting list?
But all the rest of my flab might just be lazy, untoned muscles. Well, most of it. There’s still some flabby fat consorting with the flabby muscles.
What does this mean? If I’m right, it might mean I’m not crazy when I think I see new muscle definition after just 2 weeks and a total of 9 workouts (I missed 3 workouts). Does that seem possible?
Well, I have plenty of time to think it over. We’re only 2 weeks into 90 days of
torture hour long daily workouts, though I do admit to enjoying some days, just a little. The yoga on Thursday is fun, and the Kenpo on Saturday is exhilarating. And the Arms & Shoulders workout on Wednesdays isn’t bad at all. And I did much better on Chest & Back last Monday.
Now I really do sound crazy.
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