When someone tells you that they have good news and bad news, which do you ask for first? I always go for the bad, so the good can make up for it and leave me uplifted. I don’t know what that says about me or my personality, but it is the truth.
Yesterday at the gym was a day of reckoning. Every 10-12 weeks (depending on whether or not I got a deal), I get measured and compared to the previous measurements. It can be both exciting and nerve wracking. The measurements include weight, body fat percentage (done by pinching device, which is less than accurate, but it’s always the same device, so it is at least relatively accurate), waist circumference, hip circumference, thigh circumference, and upper arm circumference.
Over the last twelve weeks, I have lost only 2 pounds. Yes, I know, I didn’t gain weight, so it’s pretty good. But considering that on other spans I’ve lost as much as 10 or 12 at a time, it feels crappy. I have also lost 1% of body fat. Not too bad, really, but nothing special, considering how many percents I have. Meanwhile, all of the circumferences have stayed the same. The same! Ugh.
Due to this, and the fact that I’ve been cranky lately, Donna has me on probation. I must write down what I eat again, like I did for the first three months or so of the program. I must tally up calories and fat grams and fruits and vegetables and protein. I must make sure I have not been screwing up. This is not so bad, because I really don’t think I do that bad. I have had a couple bad weeks recently due to the fact that I bought Girl Scout cookies… I only eat the lemon ones (the low fat ones!), but low fat means nothing when you eat eight of them in a day… Bad Diane.
The worse news is that she wants me to up my cardio. Honestly, I don’t like running on a treadmill. It’s boring, monotonous, and sweaty. I love running outside, that’s fun, pretty, and sweaty. Yeah, the sweat is a constant, but it’s tempered by the pretty trees in the summer. Anyway, I was previously doing 64 total minutes of treadmill a week. I will now be doing 100 total minutes a week. Yikes!
Okay, now that the bad news is over, I have good news! I’ve saved a bunch of money by switching my car insurance to gecko.
Uh… no. Not that. God, that’s a terrible joke. Why did I say that!
The good news is that I graduated. I graduated off of the chest press machines. I can officially bench press the empty bar! I know that probably sounds wimpy to all of you body builder types. It probably sounds wimpy to you non-body-builder types. Let me tell you, though, that empty bar is heavy! But I did it. Two sets of 10. (Also a wimpy number, but it was my first try!)
Today, my chest and biceps are mad at me. In a good way. Tomorrow, I must do 40 minutes on the treadmill. I will survive. I will succeed. I will hit my goal. And then I will buy a leather coat. A very nice leather coat. And when you see me wearing it, you will know that I have hit my goal. And you will be proud of me. Because I will be proud of me. This day will come. I will win. My body will work the way I want it to. I. Will. Win.