Today should have gone one of two ways:
1. I lightly glide on to the scale, see the numbers 125 glow up at me, curtsy, and then watch a rainbow form over me as I dance off to the tune of "I feel pretty."
2. I trudge over the scale, get punched in the stomach by the 134.5 glaring back at me and quit my diet, blaming my failure on everyone and everything in my path. Dogs included.
However.
I do not weight 125, so scenario 1 could not have happened. And I am not quitting my diet, so scenario 2 is out.
Instead, my morning went like so.
I woke up, went to the bathroom, weighed myself, and went back to bed. It was going to be a bad day.
The scale had read 134.5. It felt like a big "fuck you." It was as though all of the work I'd done for the past week had been nullified. I was 132. Big Deal. I was 120 (10 years ago). TODAY, I'm 134.5. The exact same as last week. Groan. Sigh. Grunt. Curse.
But instead of quitting my diet and blaming the dogs, I got out the tape measure.
And wouldn't you know I lost an inch in my waist! Plus, I'm down 1% bodyfat (which is about a pound an a half of fat)!
So while I was massively bummed about the weight (and praying that I'm just retaining water), I'm stoked to say that I'm making progress!
Here's the dirt:
Weight: 134.5lbs
Body Fat: 26.4% (Down from 27.4%)
(Skinfold measurements: Subscapula: 15; Suprailliac: 14; Bicep: 6; Tricep: 14.5)
Total Fat Weight: 35.5lbs (Down from 36.9, so, a slightly smaller kindergardener.)
Lean Body Mass: 99lbs (Up from 97.6, which I'd like to attribute to muscle growth, so I will.)
Circumference: 150.5 inches (If you're wondering where the other inch came from, it was my right thigh. Please don't ask me why.)
(Neck: 12.75; Upper arm: R11.5, L11; Waist: 29.25; Hips: 40; Upper thigh: R23, L23)
And last, but certainly not least...
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No real visible difference, yet, but it's COMING!!!
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