Thursday, October 10, 2013
Day 132: Boot Camp Day 3 Report, aka Ah, Sweet Mysteries of Life
It also gave me such a mental lift to be outdoors! Afterward I did a quick shop at Walgreen's and Trader Joe's, my homes away from home, and saw a girlfriend and had a nice chat, and that was fun. Then I had lunch with another dear friend at Pasha, our local Middle Eastern restaurant, which I adore; I had my usual, falafel wrap sandwich and hummus, and I was full sooner than usual and brought home most of the hummus and all of the bread for my kids to enjoy as an after-school snack.
Since my lunch was so large I didn't have any dinner, and then I went to zumba, where I sweated hard and lifted my weights. I just read that it's much better to increase the amount of weight you're lifting, rather than do more reps with lighter weights, so I went up to four pounds (I've been lifting three). When I got home, I held Husband's ankles and did my throw-downs, 25 of them, the most I've ever done, I think. And it wasn't even that hard! Those ab muscles are definitely stronger, which is exciting to contemplate.
And even though I'm reading a deliriously exciting and page-turny book (The Husband's Secret by Liane Moriarty — highly recommended!), I turned the light off when my eyes started closing just after 11.
In short: A practically perfect health-and-weight-loss day!
And this morning, when I weighed myself . . .
. . . I had gained a pound.
In review: After a day of margaritas and no exercise, I gained no weight whatsoever. After a day of light eating and two sessions of exercise, I gained a pound.
Here's how I'm feeling right about now:
Again, I know, I know, that weight comprises many variables and that restaurant food is packed with fat and salt; I'm likely retaining several pounds of water from that incredibly yummy falafel sandwich, and this is largely why experts say not to weigh yourself daily (or if you do, not to get too hung up on the actual numbers).
But still. There are few areas in my life where I work so hard and see so little payoff! It is incredibly discouraging.
And yet, and yet. I thought about all the exercise I did yesterday, and the truth is: I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I loved my glorious morning walk. I loved my fun zumba class. I like lifting weights, and while I don't love my ab exercise, I love increasing the number of reps I can do. Yes, I did it all for health reasons, but I had fun doing it. No regrets.
And that's the key, for me, anyway: finding something I love, so the payoff is not solely a lower number on a scale.
So — a new day has dawned. I have a zumba class tonight (a make-up from Monday, and my first time back with Big False Smile teacher — we'll see how I like her this time), and I will eat very, very lightly. I have fat-free Greek yogurt and leftover green salad in the fridge, which will aid in my efforts. And since I'm thinking of Boot Camp as a full seven-day week, I'll do my final weigh-in on Monday rather than my usual Friday.
Today's other goal: Beginning the search for a decent-paying part-time job. It's time to bite the bullet!
(Ugh. I'm already bracing myself for the nasty taste of that bullet.)
Oh, and in other health news: As always, I am trying trying trying to leave my cuticles alone, and as always have been only somewhat successful in this effort. But I've learned that watching the challenges on Survivor is very bad for my cuticles; I get completely worked up and find myself shredding, shredding without even realizing it. (Yes, I do realize how completely absurd this sounds. I am beyond dorky in this scenario.) So last night I actually donned my elbow-length gloves, after applying deep-moisture lotion, and enjoyed a little spa treatment while watching Survivor with Li'l Martini, and he is such a good son, rather than laughing about what a dork I am, he cheered me on. I have raised that child perfectly!
And in my final news bulletin of the day: We may be getting a dog. Don't ask.
My motivational mantra for the day: I enjoy eating like a thin person.
Well, gee, doesn't everyone?
— Lady C, exercising her face by glaring at the scale