Monday the 1st - 130lbs
I've just realized that I need a new goal. I've reached 130lbs and I'm not satisfied with what I see in the mirror. It's clear that there is still flab to burn, but I don't want to start obsessing on the bathroom scales - too late, right? ;)
Anyways, it's easier to work with a tangible goal in mind, rather than just a vague idea of 'better', so I've decided what the next goal will be. As of 4/1/02, my measurements are 38-30-38 and I weigh 130lbs - a hell of an improvement over the approximate 42 - 32 - 40 and 145 I was at the beginning of all this, but I want to whittle off more. I'm going to grit my teeth through my workout and aim for two more inches off all dimensions by May 1st - and my weight won't really matter at that point. It might be less, but I don't know, as I'm unfamiliar with how much muscle I can expect to develop while I lift weights and how much it will weigh, compared to fat burned.
So, now I have my next goal and four weeks to work towards it. The trick is going to be in not touching my tape measure in the meantime.
My ultimate goal is to be utterly trim and lovely - or as lovely as I can get - by my birthday in July. That would be a grand way to celebrate the big three-oh, I think...
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Well, that resolution lasted about five days. I got a new Frederick's catalog, and I wanted to see where I landed on their size chart, as there are a couple of things I'm eyeballing. I love these guys. According to them, I'm a size 8/10 - but then again, Frederick's has always had a pleasantly generous approach towards sizing their garments. What has thrown me for a loop is the bra sizing. There's been a minor revolution recently, in brassiere sizing, which suggests that most women are wearing bras with too-big bandeaus, and too-small cups. I can believe that, but I'm distinctly skeptical about what my Big Girl's Chart now says is my bra size - 36F. That makes no sense. Previously, I was getting by as a 40DD. I'm so confused. So I'm just going to go to Macy's and try a few things on, one of these days, and see how some real garments fit....
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The lower-body routine is still making me wish for death - even with the breaking in ever-so-gently approach I'm now using. However, I have noticed that it's already getting easier to do crunches - less than two weeks into the complete (if lower-weight) routine. Wow! Now, if I can just talk those developing oblique muscles into munching on all that fat that is resting on top of them, I'll be set. I know, it doesn't work that way, but I can hope!
I'm going to be heartbroken if I stay on this weight/shape plateau all month long. I've just realized how much of my shredded self-esteem is being held together by this diet - because it sure as hell isn't being held together by my godawful job hunt - so god only knows will happen if the diet lets me down... Still, no need to go borrowing trouble just yet.
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Hey! Where did that wiggle come from? I was walking past a mirror, just now - my house has many mirrors, a desperate attempt by the landlord to make the place feel bigger - and I spotted a hip-wiggle that had previously escaped my noticed. Maybe it's because I'm wearing one of my 'skinnier' pairs of jeans (my bigger pairs now fall to my hips, and I don't have a belt!) but there's a little hitch at the end of every step that I hadn't noticed before. So it ain't Marilyn Monroe in Some Like It Hot, but I'll take these little pleasant surprises from where ever I can get them...
Was just talking with a friend online. He caught me shortly after I had exercised, so the usual question of "How are you?" was met with the reply of "Wobbly - just lifted weights." "Sounds like you're serious about this." He said. Well, no duh! 'Tis the only way to get things done, right? But 'tis also true that I'm not known for being terribly patient about anything. Bad enough that I'm not going to have discernable results from all this exercise for at least a couple more weeks and I really have two more months before I can take a serious evaluation of my shape and what needs further work. It's a ten-week program, you see. Which, in light of the ultimate results, isn't so bad. But right when I'm on oblique crunch number forty, I really can't help wishing for a Magic Muscle Zapper. I know they sell one on TV, but I mean one that works.
Actually, I have to admit that some improvements to the ol' chassy have been noticed, they're just not visible. After three weeks of working out, the routine doesn't slaughter me like it used to - in fact, I'm planning to add reps and/or weight to my upper-body routine, just to keep my heart rate up. I'm sleeping better, and I feel 'looser' when I move around, more flexible. Thank heavens I noticed that much, otherwise I would probably be in the depths of a massive sulk right now - particularly since the weekly-weigh-in today turned up 132lbs. Yeah, yeah, I know that's probably muscle, and the beginning of my pre-menstrual water retention, but it's always tough to think past the numbers...
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Minor triumph on Thursday. I cut my workout short on Tuesday, as I felt something twingeing in my triceps and I didn't want to take any risks. Thursday, I walked a mile and a half to meet a friend, and spent the rest of the day totally high on caffeine. Once I came down, I crashed hard and didn't want to do my lower-body routine at all, so I skipped it. Come Thursday afternoon, I was lolling around the house, feeling lazy and contemplating a nap. But if I take a nap, when will I have time to do my weights, given that The Guys are coming over later? For a long moment, I was tempted to skip working out entirely and take another day off - a nap was awfully tempting. But I realized that would be succumbing to the thin end of the wedge, so I hauled myself off the bed and got to it. Yay!
A similar triumph on Saturday, but it would be immodest to crow about it twice.
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Sunday, the 14th - 129lbs! Okay, so that's without a stitch on and holding my breath (essentially) but that's cool. I know it's only a net loss of 1lb for two weeks, but the scale was actually creeping upwards during the first week of the month - either I was gaining muscle faster than I was losing fat, or I totally blew my calorie count in a severely fundamental way. I peaked at 132 and came down again, so I'm glad, overall.
Besides, I haven't seen one-twenty-something on my scale for a long time. I'm going to enjoy this while it lasts - which will probably be until I eat breakfast...