Well, I wish I could come to you this week and tell you that I kicked ass and took names this week. I suppose I minorly kicked ass at times, but overall, I’m disappointed in myself. Here’s my weigh in for the week:
Week 2: 198.4
Week 3: 197.2
Loss: 1.2 pounds
Total loss to date: 14.6 pounds
Some people would be stoked about this loss, and I am in a way. I’m stoked I didn’t gain with how many times I cheated! I didn’t ever get gluttonous, but I certainly ate things that were a higher point value than I’m comfortable with. Like that pizza last night? Yup. I had just gone to the grocery store, and I’d even picked up some Smart Ones and Lean Cuisines for emergency moments where I don’t feel like eating clean. But nope. I consciously picked up a Hot ‘n Ready and ate two and a half big slices. Sigh.
But wait! Not all hope is lost! Because guess what? I got my rear in gear this week, too. I’d been putting off working out. I don’t know why — I love how I feel when I’m done! I moved my treadmill from the garage to our finished basement last week (hilarious sight to see, let me tell you!), and I actually RAN. This might seem pitiful to elite runners, but I did intervals of power walking/running (about half and half) for 1.5 miles, three times last week. Go me! In 2010, I was blowing through runs of 2 miles like it was a cake walk. It’s humbling to hop on the treadmill now and struggle through 1.5 miles, but it’s all the more motivating. I will say that I can’t wait until Spring — the treadmill is not my friend. A necessary evil, for sure!
Overall, I’m not 100% disappointed. I mean, I did lose 1.2 pounds.
It’s not the 4-5 pounds a week I was losing in the beginning, but it’s a loss. And man, losing never felt so good.