Last year, I shared with you some changes and improvements I made to my life and body through fitness. And it wasn’t fitness alone — I modified my diet a bit but not as much as I could have. And then came Thanksgiving. And Christmas. And excuses.
And it turns out that it is actually possible for someone to gain 10 pounds in 2.5 months. Come again, what??? I don’t know. That’s what the scale said. My home scale said 5.5 lbs. My gym scale says differently.
I belong to a gym (PEAC Health and Fitness) and they have a program called “I Lost it at PEAC” which is an 8 week weight loss competition. It costs extra but you get to meet with one of their trainers as a team for additional fitness training and/or nutritional guidance depending on who you are paired up with. I am paired up with a work-out hellion in the best way possible, TrainerVanessa.
Week 1: “WEREWOLF PHASE”
depression –> working-out –> optimism –> stop eating –> sugar imbalances –> ice cream
Before this competition started, I was not having it. I was not ready for dieting. “Diet” is the worst of all the 4- letter words and I know a few bad ones (I’m looking at you, C-word). This is the “depression” portion of my above transition.
After a very sobering weigh-in, was a rigorous work-out lead by TrainerVanessa. I felt good. And I managed to (half jokingly) convince myself that it is fortunate that my waist measurements are less than my chest. I mean, that’s good, right? I’m kidding, obviously. I know I’m not shaped like a Tella-tubby. So I’m working out. I’ve worked out most days this past week including a crazy ab-routine that TrainerVanessa emailed our team. And working out makes me feel amazing and optimistic.
I’m terrible at “dieting” because when I eat infrequently, I feel ill — dizzy and crazy. I know this about myself. If I wait too long between meals, I “werewolf” (transform into a mouth-foaming insatiable monster). My eating needs to be very often. Waiting from 12 (lunch) until 4 (snack) is too long. And then I eat ice cream because my body feels like it cannot possibly eat things that will restore me.
As I was typing this, DaughterOne said, “Why is the ice cream out, Mom?” To which I answer (brace yourself), “I took it out to test to see if it went bad. I’m still not sure yet. (Spooning up some) Wanna try?” She wasn’t down for trying yucky ice cream but did suggest we return it to freezer so she can try it another time.
I’m being more careful about what I eat. Less wine. Fewer goldfish crackers. Sort of.
I swear: next week will be better.