So for over 5 weeks now I have been exercising about 40 minutes a day. Mostly treadmill and elliptical. In this time I have managed to shave 16 minutes off my 2 mile run. so I went from 40 minutes to get to 2 miles on the treadmill to 24 minutes to get to 2 miles on the treadmill. Which sounds pretty good to me. I should be seeing some weight come off right?
W R O N G!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For 4 weeks I was exercising commited, eating properly and NOTHING!!!!!!!!! Pull my hair out strand by strand with a pair of freaking tweezers people!!!!!!!!!!!
My pants are surely fitting much better, but that flippin scale in my bathroom is SATAN.
My sister told me that I shouldn't count on the scale to show that I am growing more fit, to be patient, that if my clothes were fitting better something was happening......I should focus on that. She also said that I needed to add some sort of weight resistance to my routine. That would help burn calories.
So I did.
Last Friday, not yesterday but the one before it, I lamented to Derrick that when I got on the scale that morning....if it didn't show I had lost some weight I was was going to pick it up and throw it into the front yard and if he brought it back into the house I would kill him with it.
So I stood on the scale.....it read 195. I was some what satisfied. I know most of you are like WHAT? She was happy with that number??? She needs to lose some weight! Well, duh.
But let me tell you this, when a fat girl commits to exercise and eating seriously healthy and really tries hard for 4 weeks and doesn't shed a single dag gone pound and some days even gains 4 pounds from breakfast to lunch (and Maysie is my witness on this) that is discouraging as shizzle. I mean I felt like I lost 28 hours of my life in vain. I don't want to be a muscular & fit 200 pound girl. I want to be a reasonable weight fit girl.
So I saw the 195 number, this meant the scale had moved down 5 pounds.
D- Well....what does it say?
D- (breathing sigh of relief for me, cause he knows my temper these days is not controlled easily) Oh thank God....
....but this was the day I gained 4 pounds by lunch and ate the exact same thing D ate for breakfast that was a "healthy breakfast."
I tried not to think of though. I kept on with the idiot treadmill and adding the idiot weights to my routine.
This morning when I weighed, I weighed 193. I think it is surely the weights that is helping. So that was really good advice my sister gave me.......for my body anyway.
I have gotten to the point that the exercise is becoming something I feel like I need to do everyday...not want to do everyday, but need.....and if I don't, I feel like I have cheated myself. Who said that?
In what parallel universe would I have ever spoke those words. Cause forever it seemed to me that while I was wasting time on a treadmill things weren't getting done in my house somewhere else.
Yesterday Zac had soccer practice and I decided to go a little early and try to "jog" around the track. I wanted to go before everyone else got there so if I looked like an elephant being stung in the butt while skinning a tight rope no one would see it but me and Z. Z is the best encourager for me. He constantly pushes me telling me at least I am trying. He doesn't want me to be unhealthy, over weight and die an early death because I didn't at least try.
I said to him, "Do these exercise pants look too tight?"
Z- Who cares they are exercise pants mom, they are supposed to be tight.
A- Yeah but, you know, your friend's parents will see me and all...
Z- So what, at least you are trying. They look fine, they look good in fact. I don't think of you looking fat that way. You always look nice to me.
My heart felt really good.
...the very first time we went to the gym together, I was feeling nervous and intimidated and relayed this to him.
Z- Mom it's a gym, all kinds of people go to a gym. Not just body builders. There will be old people, young people, fat people, and skinny people....you are in the middle of all of those. Just suck it up we are going in.
Which we did and had a pretty good time.
Back to the track.....I believed that if I could run 2 miles in 24 minutes on a treadmill I should surely be able to run a minimum of 1 mile on the track.
Running on a surface that does not give tried to make me pee in my pants. I walked the first lap to warm up, then ran 1 lap holding my bladder by sheer power of the mind, walked it off 1/4 of the 3rd lap & ran 3/4 of the rest of it, walked 1/2 of the 4th lap & ran 1/2 of it....then my walking buddy showed up and we walked about another mile and quit.
My mind thought running at the track was not fun at all. I don't desire to do it ever again. I will walk that track from now on. I can't say why, but the treadmill with all its faults is so much easier to do. My brother-in-law runs the marathons and he's in the running clubs, my sister she runs the 8 miles and she is fixin to run some big run and all....I don't know how they do it, I really don't.
I guess I will just keep on keepin on till I get somewhere that is satisfactory for me. I still have 10 months or so to get to my one year goal and assess what has become of this commitment.
We are getting 2 truck loads of mulch today.......hopefully this will appease my need to fill a space in the day with exercise.
I don't want to wear skinny jeans. I just want to feel satisfied when I look in the mirror, whatever weight that is.................as long as it's below 150. I could be satisfied with 150 and fit.