Those would be the Gods of Fat, not corpulent deities.
Seriously?
SERIOUSLY?
Aren't you taking this middle-aged metabolism thing just a wee bit too far?
For the last week I have done everything almost perfectly. I have not had one bite of chocolate, nor have I had a beer. I had ONE glass of wine on a night when I couldn't sleep. But other than that I didn't cheat. And even that's not really cheating, is it? Aren't I allowed ONE STINKIN' GLASS OF WINE?
I worked out every day....except Tuesday. But on Saturday I ran/walked in a 5K AND THEN came home and rode my bicycle 29 miles. Shouldn't that counteract the not working out on Tuesday?
I mixed up my exercise. I ran, I walked, I bicycled, I did water aerobics, I did the elliptical. Doing water aerobics caused me to break out in a horrible rash ON ALL MY TENDER PARTS (you're welcome for the visual on THAT one - does anyone out there realize how hard it is to scratch one's NIPPLES? Sorry......) because I'm allergic to chlorine and our podunk YMCA didn't think about .... oh perhaps using a salt system .... when they installed their fancy schmancy new indoor pool. Don't I get bonus points for my pain and suffering? And itching and scratching?
I ate rabbit food all last week. To give myself a treat I sometimes put chicken on it. And I used FAT-FREE DRESSING! Which I abhor! We had a baby shower after school today. You want to know my contribution? A veggie tray.
VEGGIE TRAY!
"Dessert" these days isn't the no-sugar-added low-fat ice cream sandwich that I used to enjoy. Oh no, that would be way too decadent. Now my after-dinner treat is a banana popsicle. I guess I'll have to give up those FORTY CALORIES too.
Because with all my hard work and my diligent attention to what I ate and drank, my reward when I went for my weekly weigh-in last night was:
.8
That's a decimal. And an eight.
Eight tenths of a pound.
Twelve ounces and some change.
Really?
If that's to be the rate of my weight loss, I will reach my goal weight sometime around my ninetieth birthday. Why not just die fat at an earlier age? It's really all the same to me.
To make matters worse, did they HAVE to assign a size-zero little twit to do the weigh-ins? Yeah, did they train her to say quite chirpily, "Well it's better than nothing! You lost half a pound!"?
IT'S EIGHT TENTHS OF A POUND, BONEYARD, AND I WANT CREDIT FOR EVERY SINGLE TENTH!!!!
Her advice? Try the exercise of the week: push-ups. Instead I tried MY exercise of the week: a right hook.
Her other tip: Try not drinking sweet tea and sodas next week.
My tip? Try asking me first if I do EITHER OF THOSE THINGS TO START WITH.
Eight tenths of a pound.
Good grief.
Willing to make a deal with the devil for a higher metabolic rate,
Bragger
5 comments:
Maybe you are cutting out too much. Since your activity level is extremely high, you might not be getting enough nutrition in and your body thinks you are in starvation mode and is holding on to everything you have.
Just a thought?
I am on the same treadmill as you are, B. I lost two whole pounds during the first week, and then GAINED a pound during the second, all without ever taking in too many calories. It did come off this week, though. Very slow progress, but it is progress.
I found that cutting out ALL high fructose corn syrup products helped an amazing amount, and I do think there is some of that in those popsicles... And I carry around a little baggie of 24 almonds and 6 dried apricots that I can snack on during the day if I get too hungry.
I'm having the same problem, and I'm sick of it! Also a little tired of my belly sitting in my lap when I sit down. But at least it keeps me company by lying beside me when I lie down at night! Sorry for that visual!
Just stop watching your weight. Do the exercise, eat sensibly and forget you even own a scale. That's my suggestion for the key to happiness.
I've always been a firm believer in calories in vs. calories out, but even that is coming under fire from things I've been reading lately!
I quit weighing awhile back and just rely on how my clothes fit now. Lately they've been awfully tight. Sadly, efforts made just two years ago won't bring the same results now.
Curse those fat gods and menopause!
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