I had my 6 week weigh in this morning at Personally Fit. At 5am I stepped on that scale after a 2 week long hiatus. I had lost zero pounds. SAY WHAT!? I wasn't all that surprised. I knew these last 7 pounds were going to be the biggest bitch nasty I'd ever encountered in my life and so far I have not been disappointed.
But this is what really shocked me.
I lost another 8 inches and another percent of body fat. Last time I lost 8 inches I also lost 7 pounds. So what's the deal yo? My body fat and muscle mass are starting to meet in the middle. I feel about 10 pounds thinner than I did this time six weeks ago, but I'm not. I am 110% ok with this.
When I set out to lose weight, I just wanted to feel good about myself again to stop hating what I saw in the mirror, once that started to happen, I wanted to go down in clothing sizes, now that I'm smaller than I have ever been in my entire adult life, let's face it since puberty, buying size fours and sixes (INSANE) something else crazy is happening. I am one body fat percentage away from "Fitness/Athletic" body type. SAY WHAT!? When I started, I was in the obese range. I never dreamed about muscle definition, I dreamed about buying a 12 and maybe a medium size shirt if my ass was lucky. Now I am a solid size small, I can see my abs, I have muscle definition in my arms shoulders legs, and everything is getting smaller.
All that said, I could care less what the scale had to say. The trainer was in such shock about the inches around my mid section that she measured it three times before she told me the AWESOME news. I know I'll get rid of these last 7 pounds eventually, because it is there. I carry most of fat on my hips and I always have, fingers crossed half marathon training will take care of that!
The weigh in this morning also opened up another conversation with my trainer. Is my goal attainable and realistic? What is a healthy weight for my body type? Found this on Pinterest yesterday.... Pinteresting....
My goal is healthy and attainable, however, it's at the lower end of my height range, so it will take me awhile to get there. That's A-OK. Once I hit this goal, I'm going to focus on my body fat percentage and not so much with the scale. I am happy with my body at present, I don't mean to ever come across as I'm not happy with where I am, because I have never loved my body more. Taylor Swift style like Ever.
That said, I want MORE. Now that I know what I'm capable of, I want to test myself, to push my physical limitations and shatter previous barriers that only existed in my mind. I've always been capable, now I am willing. I want a tight mid section. I want to run the half marathon in 2:15:00. I want to train for a Full Marathon next. I'm going to reach my goal weight and then I want to set new goals, I want to reach higher.I want to prove to myself that I can do anything I set my mind to, and I will. I believe in myself.
Ahhh enough mushy mushy self revelation. Let's talk injuries.
Last night I met with a running specialist at Personally Fit. I got some answers in regards to my injuries and how to make myself a stronger runner. I take a larger stride that necessary, power and speed comes from the back foot not the front, interesting, so I'm wasting some energy there. What I found super intriguing was the conversation we had about my IT band issues. When I run my arms are crossing in front of my body, over the belly button, which is causing my entire body to shift putting stress on my hips. This wasn't all that surprising to me because my husband loves making jokes about my girl run. He even said to me, "You move those arms like your chasing a cheetah but moving as fast as a Zebra" to which I said "Mind your own bees wax bro!". The specialist also told me to walk bare foot as much as possible, that this will help with Plantar Fasciitis, and to stay away from my high heals. I'm being a good little girl and wearing flats today.
My four miler is still on the agenda for Saturday morning. Nursing my lil injuries this week has been successful. Now to stop the zebra like arm swing.
Happy freaking Friday my people! We made it!
Happy freaking Friday my people! We made it!
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