I survived my upper respiratory infection. 10 days of antibiotics and more plain Greek yoghurt than anyone would ever care to eat.
I also made it through my work trip. For 7 of the 10 days, I did great with the diet portion of this fitness plan. Last three days, not so much. BUT when I got back, the damage was not reflected on the scale, so I can’t complain.
It’s been about 6 weeks now (depending on whether you count my week of sick days) and I’m down from 136 to 129. I know because I weigh myself like my life depends on it. Luckily, morning, noon and night I’m still consistently under 130, which is a pretty big deal.
(Also, you can hold off on the lecture about the scale not mattering and how muscle weighs more than fat and all that. I will do me, you can do you. If it’s my prerogative to obsessively weigh myself until I hit 124 then that’s what motivates me. If you want to hide your scale for 3 months so be it – who am I to judge.)
Everyone says the last 5 pounds are the hardest so I’m nervous. I’m nervous that I won’t lose it and that I’ll have to start cutting calories like crazy and it won’t be maintainable and then I’ll want to binge like crazy and develop some kind of eating disorder like I see so many of these other fitness models posting about all the time.
But maybe that won’t happen.
Maybe I’m overanalyzing.
Because that’s what I do.
So for now, I’ll stick to the diet plan: meal prep on Sunday. More protein than I can shake a stick at. A ton of green vegetables. No processed carbs. A gallon of water a day. Picking up really heavy weights. Setting them down. Repeat…