Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Wednesday WI

I wasn't expecting a loss this week.
But I certainly wasn't expecting a 3 lb gain, either.
This week has been a little spotty in terms of tracking. I have been watching what I've been eating, but not writing it down. Obviously this is still important for me to do! We spent the weekend at my Mom and Dad's house, where I did indulge in some lazing around on the couch and eating what I felt like.
But I'm not going to let this bother me - and here's why:
I ate dinner really late last night - much later than normal.
Dinner was pretty high in sodium.
I didn't drink a ton of water this week. Being stuck in a workshop with limited bathroom breaks isn't really conducive to chugging back litres of water.
I took my measurements again this morning and I lost 2 inches in total from various parts of me.
I'm not sure what's up with the scale, but this week I'm just going to ignore it and carry on. That's the problem with doing a weekly weigh-in, I think: it's so easy to get hung up on that number, to schedule my week around trying to see the biggest loss possible - eating less on Monday and Tuesday, and allowing myself 'treats' on Wednesday and Thursday, for example. To me, it feels like it's just not an accurate representation of the work I'm doing all the time!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Wednesday WI

What the snake? Wednesday AGAIN?

I'm sorry blog. I just have trouble balancing it all - work, life, love, washing the eternal mountain of dishes, gym, reading the book club selection, blogging. Something had to fall by the wayside this week, and apparently it was you.

I was up .2 lbs this week. Does anyone know if that's normal, to see a slow in weight loss or even a slight gain when you introduce weight training into your exercise routine? I mean, I've never really been hung up on being normal, but is it expected? I think so, but I'd love to hear if you've experienced something similar.

Or it could be the cookies I ate along with my feelings yesterday. Who knows ;)

This is what my life looks like right now:

5:55 - Gary's alarm goes off
6:30 - my alarm goes off for roughly 60 minutes in 5 minute intervals
7:30 - Gary leaves for work and I drag myself out of bed and drink coffee
8:30 - I arrive at work
4:30/5:00 - I leave work and go to the gym
7:00/7:30 - return home and commence dinner making
8:30ish - finish eating dinner, clean kitchen (sometimes), make lunch (sometimes)
9:00ish - watch Lost/shows about Vampires/assorted smut/HIMYM with Gary
10:45ish - go to bed

It's thrilling - but honestly, I can't really complain. I am at a point right now where I love working out.

I've always been a cardio queen, but since I've dipped my toe into the strength training pool, it's what I look forward to. I actually feel like I'm seeing some progress. I can lift more. Do deeper lunges. Etc.

Today I took my measurements, the first time in a few months. I do need to see results numerically, so this is going to help. Even if the scale doesn't budge, right?