Wiping the slate clean – A whole new weekly weigh in!

I feel like there should be trumpet fanfare for this post – the penultimate post in which the wannabe weight loss blogger, but really, weight-maintenance and sometimes weight-gain blogger, reveals how much she’s lost, and how much she has to go. It’s Confession Time! Well, it’s probably nothing you don’t all know, and here it is, out in the open – I have not reached my goal weight. I am nowhere near my goal weight. Not a big surprise, right? Yeah, I figured.

Anyways, because I’m still weird about revealing the number (cuz it’s 2 much! heh!), from now on I’m going to use the number 79 pounds… which is the bare minimum amount of weight I need to lose to reach an acceptable BMI. When I first started blogging, I focused on losing fifty pounds, because I thought it was a nice, round number… and that it would somehow be less scary if I lost a big amount first, but not the “whole” amount. It’s kind of like dipping your toe into a cold pool instead of just jumping right in. I’ve basically dipped my toe in the pool of weight loss the past year, and then freaked out at the temperature, pulled my toe back and thought “I’ll just sit here in the shade and sip Diet Coke, mmk, thanks!”. But now, I’m jumping in again — and prepare to get wet.

As of last week, on Wednesday, May 22, I had 79 pounds to lose to get to a healthy range. I’ve been using MyFitnessPal diligently, and to my shock, today the scale was friendly and now I only have 74 pounds to lose. (ZOMG 74 pounds?! That’s like the weight of a small person. EEEEEEK.)

MyFitnessPal – Free Calorie Counter

Those five pounds are pretty much just water weight and my body going into shock at the STRICT  regimen of calorie counting on MyFitnessPal. However, I’ll take it. The only time I’ve ever lost five pounds in a week is when I decided to carry a fanny pack instead of my purse. Here are a couple things going on that will hopefully help keep me on track from now on:

1) As I said, I’m using MyFitnessPal. Add me as @lyssacurran. If I haven’t logged in in a few days, write me a comment, send a homing pigeon, or set off fireworks in front of my house. The accountability keeps me going.

2) On Monday, I’m having a follow up blood panel done to check some hormone levels and such with my doctor. Depending on what she thinks, I may be visiting a fancy-schmancy metabolic expert to see if there’s any underlying reason for my sluggish metabolism (PCOS? Thyroid? Tiny calorie-loving elves?).  I’ll keep ya posted!

3) Water, water, water. No eating processed crap. Very little sugar. More protein. Continuing no soda or artificial sweeteners. Trying not to eat past 7 pm. Blah, blah, blah. Oh… and exercise. I exercised tonight, at 10 pm! My husband went out for a run while I was lying on the bed all slug-like, which compelled me to get off my rump and MOVE to the Biggest Loser 30-Day-Burn DVD. Woot! Like my shirt?

 

Chillin' after some cardio.

Chillin’ after some cardio.

 

4) Because Diet to Go is awesome, they’re providing me a few weeks of meals in exchange for some blog posts and Twitter participation. I love the convenience of their yummy food, and am confident this will help me succeed. Also? Being able to microwave a freshly-made meal when I get home from a crazy 12 hour work day instead of chopping, dicing, boiling and roasting my dinner? The best.

5) FitBloggin’ is a short four weeks away! This year the event is in Portland, and it’d be great to go to a fitness conference and you know, actually feel fit. I’m hoping when I go I can describe my blog and boast that I’ve lost weight, rather than be like “Yeah, I yo-yo-ed the same weight for the past year.”

Ok, there it is. I feel like that was a bunch of confessions all at once.They weren’t really confessions, more like a “Let’s start at zero.”  This blog is no good to me if I use it as a place to only boast and brag and not be real. The blog is here for accountability and to connect with people like you, and while the freebies and perks are nice, the real reason I do it is I need that commitment of putting my challenge out to the whole world. It makes it harder to quit. It keeps me going. So yes – the bad news is I haven’t lost fifty pounds, 74 pounds, or even 24 pounds. But the good news is I’ve lost some pounds, and I’m still trying. As long as I keep trying, it might taken ten years to do this, but I’ll do it, by hook or by crook. Thank you for reading as always…. I really love seeing all of your comments and even if you don’t comment (Hi Lurkers!), I can see on my analytics that you’re popping in from all over to see what’s up in my little old world. THANK YOU. <3

Now – does anyone else have anything they’d like to confess or get out in the open? I’m here for ya.

(Here’s one more: My kitten has about 50,347,12 cat toys, and his favorite thing to play with right now is an empty Coors Light box and a tampon. (Don’t worry – it’s sealed and brand new and he got into our bathroom cabinet and made himself a little play date with all the supplies. Sigh. How’s THAT for a confession?!)

 

Don’t Sweat It

I sweat. A lot. Like to the point of “Hey now, heard there’s a water shortage in Southern California. Want some sweat?” Let’s get right to the point. Here’s a picture of me last night after an hour of boxing. We did these awesome drills called “suicides” where you take turns with your sparring partner and beat the bag in minute-long sessions – first uppercuts, then jabs, then hooks. It was badass.

After 55 minutes of pure cardio - I sweat!

See that dark smudge on my shirt? That’s sweat. See how my hair looks brown? That’s sweat. See how my face is shiny and red and blotchy? That’s sweat. See that smile? That’s confidence. See this picture? That’s proof.

A friend of mine joined my gym and we took this kickboxing class together. Afterwards she expressed her surprise at my level of  sweat by saying “You’re like.. WET!” My response to her was “That’s why I’m here!” My sweatiness is something that trips me out sometimes, because as ladies, we’re expected to be dainty, feminine and polite, and if we sweat, it should be little glistening dew drops that glimmer like diamond shimmer powder on our foreheads. Not big, rolling rivers of salty sweat that drips into our eyes and puddles onto the floor. Or at least that’s what we’re supposed to think. I now know that for me, a good workout is measured in the level of “dew” on my body – is the small of my back damp? How about the back of my neck? Do my hands feel clammy, like a 14 year old boy’s at his first school dance? When I work out, it’s not pretty. I’m not there to walk a runway. I’m there to put the WORK in working out… and I’m pretty sure hard work doesn’t always look pretty, unless you’re Heidi Klum or Alexander Skarsgard.

I joined a women’s gym because there’s a comfort level I needed to have to start working out. I sweat like a beast, and when I’m doing squats, I didn’t want to worry about Joe the Plumber staring at my butt as it rippled in agony. I wanted to wake up on Saturday mornings, as I now do, and roll out of bed with wild, frizzy squirrel hair and smudged mascara and have a hell of a workout.  I wanted to wear a tank top and not worry about my chicken wings flapping in the powerful air conditioning, and most of all, I wanted to feel like NOBODY WAS WATCHING as I began the intimate process of getting my body into shape. Because it’s my business – not theirs. (heh, the irony is not lost on me that I end up blogging about it anyways)

I’m a hot, sweaty mess after my workout and I don’t care. Actually, I do care. If I’m not sweating, I didn’t make my body work hard enough. No guts, no glory. So a little bit of wetness, perspiration, moisture or dew? Bring it on. I’m waterproof, and washable. I’m not sweatin’ it.