That's me. Talking to my weight. I have put on a few (ahem) pounds. Nothing major; but since I am still wanting to lose a few pounds (10 to go), ... and because I know I have been less than disciplined, ... it's kinda important to call myself on it.
So ... here I go.... now talking to myself: It's not sneaking up on you. It's not quiet. It's not even an IT. It's YOU, and choices YOU make. And I applaud you for having some compassion and enjoying that pizza. And that wine. And The Keg table bread and butter (all of it). And the midway at the CNE. But don't let that be the new habit. Compassion... and Control. In balance. Not one or the other. I restarted the clock on MyFitnessPal today: and will track from here, fresh. No baggage for the better or the worse. Now, I'll go eat some blueberries!
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I'm on another business trip this week. I got into the gym yesterday, but now I won't be back until Friday. That means three days out of my home gym.
And I have an event on Saturday with a girlfriend, that means no training with Jerimiah on Saturday either. Of course there is a gym at the hotel; and Jerimiah mentioned the same. But..... I hit the snooze button almost a dozen times this morning. I'm tired. Two of my last three workouts were really frustrating. And business travel is tiring. So.... While I'm going to see how I feel, I decided I won't go to the gym here unless I really feel like it. Compassion (along with restraint, control and some others) is one of my themes for this year. Including compassion for myself. I'm hoping this decision is a compassionate one and not a lazy one. One of the nice things about training with Jerimiah has been the focus on form/strength. 'Cause while I did join the gym to get actually FIT and not just LOOK fit, it would be easy to consider the aesthetic only. And it's way more fun to focus on gains. So imperial. So simple. So objective. No judgement. Either IS, or ISN'T. It's a beautiful thing.
Nevertheless.... allow me a little bit of pride here: I have quads! little baby muscles! In the last 2 weeks, I've been called 'skinny' twice. Not that I am skinny.... technically, I am still overweight. But it was an acknowledgement of my progress, and meant to be flattering. And truly; it was; I felt the smile immediately rise. Still; each time it left me thinking after : why THAT word? It's kind of weird that somehow that's a compliment. And I am not shitting on anyone intent; after all, I was flattered.... but there is something a bit off, I think, that the word has some sort of value associated with it. I can't quite place my feelings, but.... I have decided I don't like that word. I really love this site/app. My_Fitness_Pal_CLICKME And today, she predicts the above. (She does know what I eat and how I train, so she has the intel). So I will check back in, in 5 weeks. Let's see! I went to a HighTea yesterday (for clarity, this was not a bunch of people with weed and some chamomile) for a friends Wedding Shower. I wore a suitable dress that I just got relatively recently. Which, when I got it, was pretty a pretty tight fit and very stiff fabric (smile, but don't breathe, if you know what I mean). A little lady-like number that would not look out of place at a tea party. So, I wore it. And it didn't fit. Actually, there was ALOT of room. Which is weird cause I didn't think I had lost THAT much weight in the last few months.
As it happens, it's 8# (so a bit more than I thought) in the last few months. Still not enough to have made the amount of room I had in this dress (ps; I do miss my tits, just a little bit)... so it's apparent that indeed you can change your shape without changing your weight. So while you can't believe everything you read, I guess you can believe that. lower back .... ugh. And I hardly did anything. Just the de-rack and PING...
boo oh my poor, poor boob. it took a serious hit.
Went for a spa day with my bestie yesterday. Massage dude (who had a thing for feet, but... more on that later), said my muscles seemed "dense, tight". I said I worked out a lot. To which he replied..."Oh yeah, you don't look buff".
A*#hole. To which I replied "under this layer of fat, I am way buff". And then the foot thing . Which on second thought, I care not to relive. But it was a little creepy. He is going to be a chiropodist. Which I guess is like a guy who has a thing for asses becoming a proctologist. Anyway...... |
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