I realize it has been a while since I posted about my journey with personal training. In good news, Andrew is now doing personal training with the trainer I am working with. As suspected, his results have been more impressive in a short time period. I really just don't think it is fair that guys have an easier time dropping weight and inches. That being said, here is my update.
I continue to drop inches each week. My next weigh in will be tomorrow. In total, I have lost around 17 inches, I believe. I have lost a total of four inches off my thighs, which is the most inches of any one location. Good riddance to those inches! They can go far, far away and not come back. In terms of pounds lost, I'm stuck around about the three pounds down mark. No matter how many times I'm reminded that muscle weighs more than fat and inches are the important thing, I'm still beyond annoyed with the scales unwillingness to budge.
Have I been following the eating plan like I should? No, not to the letter. Am I hitting the McDonald's drive thru ever? No, I'm not. Ice cream is my downfall. Yes, I will eat ice cream at least once per week in the summer. We have tried to make the switch to frozen yogurt, and for the most part we have. I have fallen off the wagon of food tracking on MyFitnessPal. For anyone that has ever done food tracking, I hope you can relate when I say it is a pain in the butt. Last Friday, I used my 20% off coupon from Bed Bath & Beyond to purchase a food scale in an attempt to get back on the food wagon.
I'm willing to admit, I haven't been the best supporter of my own weight loss. I don't drink as much water as I should; I would much rather drink coffee during the day. I don't measure my food; I'm not sure if this is due to being lazy and not wanting to take the time to do it or not wanting to dirty my measuring cups and spoons, but I find food measuring to be totally annoying. I enjoy ice cream/frozen yogurt at least once per week; I really refuse to give up ice cream as I feel it would be admitting total defeat.
There comes a time with weight loss, and I'm guessing many of you can relate to this, where you just plain get angry. I'm angry that I have had to try so hard for so long to drop weight. I'm angry that I have to count and measure my food to get the results I need. I'm angry that I have been working out three or more times per week for the last eight weeks and am still struggling to go beyond three total pounds down.
When you are angry about something, the typical reaction is to blame someone or something. So, whom/what am I blaming? I'm blaming my body. About a month ago, I became convinced that one of my medications was causing me to hold weight. I spoke with my health care providers and decided to wean off my medication. I'm now heading into three weeks off the medication and am not seeing the results I thought I would see. With my continued struggles, I'm again contemplating going to the doctor for additional blood testing.
But, before heading to the doctor I believe I need to give one last true attempt. It is time to get serious with myself; buckle down and stick to a food plan for a few solid weeks to see where I end up. Time to stop making excuses and talking myself into eating and drinking things that are sabotaging my efforts. Time to pull on my big girl panties for a few weeks. I have run the gambit of excuses; the weight wont come off because I'm stressed from my job (problem eliminated and still the weight is on), my medicine is causing me to keep weight on (off my meds for three weeks and the weight is not coming off), my body hates me (I'm still on the fence on this one). All this being said, who wants to come weigh and measure my food for me for the next week?
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