Yep, It's official. I hate periods. I weight myself today and I'm up 2 lbs. I know. I KNOW. I'm not supposed to weigh every day because there are usually fluctuations. But I'm not that kind of girl. When I weigh myself and see the numbers go up, I will instinctively work harder, or watch my portions more religiously. And that's a good thing, right?
So, when I saw the 2 pound weight gain, even though I know it's probably from water retention due to Aunt Flo, I upped my water to 12 glasses, hit the treadmill, watched my food portions (no dessert, or garlic bread), and generally stayed out of trouble. And according to MyfitnessPal, I've only consumed 1350 calories, which to a normal person would be fine, but for someone my size is darned near starvation - especially when the program says I burned 500 calories exercising/walking today.
I was only able to walk a mile and put in 18:39 minutes of walking before the lower back pain was unbearable - kind of like the sciatic nerve running down the butt and legs, but I'm determined to add more time each day. Plus I upped my speed and resistance a bit to offset the lack of time I could put in. If I can only work out 20 minutes, by golly I'm gonna sweat every stinkin' second of it!
It's frustrating to be at such a low starting point. There was a time when I was doing 10 miles a day, or biking 20 miles, and working out 3 hours. But that was before the two little ones came along. One day I will be back there again. This weight loss journey is a marathon, not a sprint. I'm in it for the long haul.
Until next time....

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