Patience, Grasshopper.
Today's Fatslaying Workout Free weights
Today's Weight 200.5lbs
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I'm still not back to the weight I was 8 days ago, and I'm getting a bit fed up of hovering around the 200.5lb to 201.5lb mark - I want to start seeing a number beginning with 1, goddamit!
Unfortunately I'm beginning to see that what I want, and what I get, are apparently unrelated. My treacherous body simply refuses to humbly submit to the goals I've assigned for it, and seems to be dancing to its own tune. Maybe its getting its own back after 40 years of being abused and maltreated.
I've been studying patterns, and I've realised that whenever I exercise, I seem to gain weight the next couple of days. I'm assuming it must be simple water weight due to working my muscles, so I'm trying not to stress out about it.
I know it's not fat weight, because the most calories I've had in any 24 hour period since March 15th is 1600, but it's still frustrating to see the scale being so stubborn. We're in a fight to the death, and I'm buggered if I'm letting a heap of plastic and metal beat me! A sledge hammer lurks in the towel-cupboard just in case one morning I feel the battle slipping away from me.
I've been double-checking my intake to make sure I'm not allowing calorie-creep to get a-hold of me...I don't think that's the problem, so I'll just have to be patient. Hmm, that should be a new sensation - I've never done patient before!
OK, FS, deep breath - this too shall pass.
Psychologically, I'm doing surprisingly well (today). I've decided I won't consider this a plateau unless I'm still in the 2s by the time I go on vacation on 18th August...if I am, then, I'll deal with it appropriately, sensibly, and calmly when the time comes. I've already bought the enema kit and the laxatives just in case (heh, only kidding!!!)
In past times when I hit a mini-blip I'd have panicked and either savagely cut my calorie intake to below 1000 cals a day or started to exercise like a dervish to try and kickstart a loss. This time I'm just plodding along, chipping away at it a day at a time, keeping my calories at a sensible level (between 1400 and 1600 per day), getting in four or so exercise sessions each week.
So what if it takes me another two years to get to goal? It's not a bloody race, is it? At least I'm still motivated and heading in the right direction!
Wow, I just re-read the above, and I'm proud of myself - I'm sounding so mature and grown-up! Is it just because I'm 40, or have I really learnt something from reading all these weight-blogs? Maybe there is hope for me, after all!
You are a saint!