Day Eighty-Five
Because I was so tired and just went to bed last night, I had not yet started the laundry, as I usually do on Friday nights, and I was running a little low on clean gym clothes that fit. I could have worn the new long black leggings Mark gave me for Christmas, but they don't have pockets, and would be hot, so I decided to wear my navy gym shorts. I have avoided wearing them for months, because I have looked so fat in them and they have barely fit. Same with the turquoise gym shirt I often wear with them. Well, I still look fat in them, but less so. It was a bit of a victory to put them on.
I did the long workout I have been wanting to do. I decided to exercise a full ninety minutes, but it ended up being ninety-one. Sixty of those minutes were on the elliptical, and the rest were abs and weights. I did my weight-lifting routine with the free weights, so I had some interference. Three times, I had to get them out again because someone had put them away. So that is what I did not like today about going back and forth between cardio and weights. What I did like was the variety. I have also noticed that the variety helps my foot to not hurt so bad by the end of the workout as it used to. In fact, I got my hair cut this morning in my workout clothes because it was just so shaggy I couldn't stand it another hour. So my gym shoes were on my feet for a long time, and didn't hurt. That is amazing.
As I was leaving the gym, I saw that there was a station for a free bone density scan. My mother suffered from osteoporosis for many years of her life, so I knew I should at least see where I am at. I grabbed a tissue at the front counter to blow my nose, then went back to the bone scan station. "Will you be here again?" I asked.
"Just tomorrow," the man answered.
I knew I wouldn't be coming back on Sunday, so I said, "Well, I'd hate for you to have to deal with me when I am so sweaty."
"I just need your hand," he said. So I sat down beside him and had a bone scan done. This turned out to be a better pay day than the scale has been giving me these past twelve weeks, because he said that I am ahead of the game by about eight years. My bones are denser than they would normally be at my age. I was very glad to hear that. I have been weight-lifting for twenty-six years, and I used to run five to ten miles once a week. I can't run like that anymore, but I am trying to build that skill back up slowly, and I do walk in the pool and do the elliptical. I do what I can. I also try to get plenty of calcium in my diet.
"Do you drink caffeine?" he asked.
"Never. Well, chocolate." He and I both knew that chocolate has far less caffeine than soda, and that soda has far less than coffee, and that coffee has far less than "energy drinks." He told me that any stimulant--caffeine, nicotine, or alcohol, will make the stomach so that it has a hard time absorbing calcium.
He also told me that I probably weigh more than I want to, because my bones are good and heavy. I appreciated that, as well.
I was very glad I stopped by there. I took my little chart home and could hardly wait to tell Mark about it.
With a little motivation, my scale showed that I have dropped another pound. I have now lost twelve pounds--in twelve weeks. I have two weeks left in my hundred-day sugar fast. I hope to drop a little more, but I know it won't be anywhere near the thirty-two that I still have left to lose. Still, I'll be glad for any drop in weight. I did not like my weight when I started this.
When I don't get to the gym in a day, like yesterday, it is nice to know that I am not going to gain weight. I no longer feel so gross about myself. i don't worry that none of my clothes can cover me. I am almost looking normal in some of my outfits. Not having eaten sugar, I never have to worry at the end of a day that I will have gained weight. I like that.
And not feeling gross about my body is good for me, as a newlywed. My husband has never been anything but kind and flattering toward me, and I know he means it when he says I am beautiful and he is attracted to me. I know his ex-wife weighed more than a hundred pounds more than I did when I started this and was my same height. I don't have anything to worry about in that department, but I feel better about myself to not have quite so much extra fat. I was quite fit just a few years ago, and I would really like to get back to that. I hope to.
By the time I got home from my workout and showered, it was past the time that I was allowed to eat. I made my eggs and opened a can of tomato juice to have a glass while I waited. Soon after, I discovered that Mark was awake, and hungry. So I made him some eggs and we both had some fruity oatmeal. We then went to run errands and didn't get through until it was time to make dinner, which was brown rice and teriyaki meatballs. I used ready-made Costco meatballs, and I made the sauce from soy sauce, garlic, and Xyletol sweetener instead of brown sugar. I also made the parmesan-cheesy asparagus I have made once before, but didn't forget the garlic this time. It has not been hard lately to only eat what I am supposed to eat. I am not getting so overwhelmingly hungry, and I have lost about eight pounds in the two weeks since I started the intermittent fasting and the intermittent workouts. It's working.
I wanted to make one or two sugar-free desserts today to have around for snacking, but I am not even feeling motivated to do that. I may or may not.
I did the long workout I have been wanting to do. I decided to exercise a full ninety minutes, but it ended up being ninety-one. Sixty of those minutes were on the elliptical, and the rest were abs and weights. I did my weight-lifting routine with the free weights, so I had some interference. Three times, I had to get them out again because someone had put them away. So that is what I did not like today about going back and forth between cardio and weights. What I did like was the variety. I have also noticed that the variety helps my foot to not hurt so bad by the end of the workout as it used to. In fact, I got my hair cut this morning in my workout clothes because it was just so shaggy I couldn't stand it another hour. So my gym shoes were on my feet for a long time, and didn't hurt. That is amazing.
As I was leaving the gym, I saw that there was a station for a free bone density scan. My mother suffered from osteoporosis for many years of her life, so I knew I should at least see where I am at. I grabbed a tissue at the front counter to blow my nose, then went back to the bone scan station. "Will you be here again?" I asked.
"Just tomorrow," the man answered.
I knew I wouldn't be coming back on Sunday, so I said, "Well, I'd hate for you to have to deal with me when I am so sweaty."
"I just need your hand," he said. So I sat down beside him and had a bone scan done. This turned out to be a better pay day than the scale has been giving me these past twelve weeks, because he said that I am ahead of the game by about eight years. My bones are denser than they would normally be at my age. I was very glad to hear that. I have been weight-lifting for twenty-six years, and I used to run five to ten miles once a week. I can't run like that anymore, but I am trying to build that skill back up slowly, and I do walk in the pool and do the elliptical. I do what I can. I also try to get plenty of calcium in my diet.
"Do you drink caffeine?" he asked.
"Never. Well, chocolate." He and I both knew that chocolate has far less caffeine than soda, and that soda has far less than coffee, and that coffee has far less than "energy drinks." He told me that any stimulant--caffeine, nicotine, or alcohol, will make the stomach so that it has a hard time absorbing calcium.
He also told me that I probably weigh more than I want to, because my bones are good and heavy. I appreciated that, as well.
I was very glad I stopped by there. I took my little chart home and could hardly wait to tell Mark about it.
With a little motivation, my scale showed that I have dropped another pound. I have now lost twelve pounds--in twelve weeks. I have two weeks left in my hundred-day sugar fast. I hope to drop a little more, but I know it won't be anywhere near the thirty-two that I still have left to lose. Still, I'll be glad for any drop in weight. I did not like my weight when I started this.
When I don't get to the gym in a day, like yesterday, it is nice to know that I am not going to gain weight. I no longer feel so gross about myself. i don't worry that none of my clothes can cover me. I am almost looking normal in some of my outfits. Not having eaten sugar, I never have to worry at the end of a day that I will have gained weight. I like that.
And not feeling gross about my body is good for me, as a newlywed. My husband has never been anything but kind and flattering toward me, and I know he means it when he says I am beautiful and he is attracted to me. I know his ex-wife weighed more than a hundred pounds more than I did when I started this and was my same height. I don't have anything to worry about in that department, but I feel better about myself to not have quite so much extra fat. I was quite fit just a few years ago, and I would really like to get back to that. I hope to.
By the time I got home from my workout and showered, it was past the time that I was allowed to eat. I made my eggs and opened a can of tomato juice to have a glass while I waited. Soon after, I discovered that Mark was awake, and hungry. So I made him some eggs and we both had some fruity oatmeal. We then went to run errands and didn't get through until it was time to make dinner, which was brown rice and teriyaki meatballs. I used ready-made Costco meatballs, and I made the sauce from soy sauce, garlic, and Xyletol sweetener instead of brown sugar. I also made the parmesan-cheesy asparagus I have made once before, but didn't forget the garlic this time. It has not been hard lately to only eat what I am supposed to eat. I am not getting so overwhelmingly hungry, and I have lost about eight pounds in the two weeks since I started the intermittent fasting and the intermittent workouts. It's working.
I wanted to make one or two sugar-free desserts today to have around for snacking, but I am not even feeling motivated to do that. I may or may not.
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