Day Eighty-Two
Woot! I have finally lost eleven pounds! That is one-fourth of what I want to lose. If it takes me eighty-one days to lose eleven pounds, though, that means it could take three hundred twenty-four days to lose it all. That would put me past New Year's.
I don't think I can go that long without sugar. It would sure help me not gain weight through Christmas, but, ouch.
I also don't think it would take that long. I had little actual weight loss between weeks two and nine. Maybe with the tweaks I've done recently, it would only take ten or twelve more weeks.
I am thinking about it.
During my workout today, I did forty-five minutes on the elliptical, alternating with weight-lifting. I did each of my six weight-lifting sets two double times, meaning I went to twenty instead of ten reps, and did that twice. So, this was more weight-lifting that I honestly might have done (I've been lazily doing one or two sets of each thing, rarely three, and it's been a long time since I have tried to do four--almost two years, I think, before I hurt my knee.) I think more weight-lifting is key. So, I think, is the intermittent fasting.
I ate so little at the end of yesterday, though, that I was feeling pretty weak by the end of my workout. I finished it, time-wise, but I had been working a little less hard on the last rotation.
I was starving by the time I got to eat, and eating did not help me feel stronger, for hours. I was also freezing, because I wore a short-sleeved shirt, thinking I could put on my work sweater if need be, but left the work sweater home, again, after washing it.
I made a calorie-free fruit tea to help me warm up, and wore my old work sweater, with holes in the elbows, until I felt better.
I ate two eggs, a handful of almonds, a cup of prepared lentils, a cup of peanuts, a handful of cherries, and a peach.
Someone had brought two big boxes of beautiful cookies to share with the team, and I was personally invited--twice--to get some. They were macadamia nut and chocolate chip. Big, beautiful cookies. And the person who brought them said I should cheat just a little bit. I know what would happen if I cheated just a little bit. I would cheat a lot. I need to stick to this--it's the only thing that would work. I gave what I considered to be my two cookies to the starving woman, who came in again today, and mentioned her hunger.
I forgot to tell you a third silly thing that woman from work said yesterday. She said, "You've lost weight!" and, since yesterday I was still at only ten pounds, and nothing much had come off my waist, I said, "Not really." She then insisted, "Your face!" If she thinks I've lost ten pounds off my face, no wonder my stomach hasn't budged. I don't see any difference on my face, at all. The only difference I can notice is that I don't feel as gross. I am not worried that my bigger clothes won't be able to cover my fat anymore.
Which reminds me--I had to put half an outfit back in my closet today, but only the shirt. I couldn't wear that shirt last summer. I put it on today, and it was close. The two sides met. I could surely have buttoned some of the buttons, but I could see that it would be a stretch, so I put it at the far end of my summer clothes and put on a quality tee shirt instead.
My husband says we are are going out for dinner tonight to celebrate the anniversary of his divorce, so I will put off making the chicken dish I thought I would be eating until tomorrow. I always want Mexican food when I go out to dinner, but I think I had better stick with somewhere I can get a salad, for now.
I don't think I can go that long without sugar. It would sure help me not gain weight through Christmas, but, ouch.
I also don't think it would take that long. I had little actual weight loss between weeks two and nine. Maybe with the tweaks I've done recently, it would only take ten or twelve more weeks.
I am thinking about it.
During my workout today, I did forty-five minutes on the elliptical, alternating with weight-lifting. I did each of my six weight-lifting sets two double times, meaning I went to twenty instead of ten reps, and did that twice. So, this was more weight-lifting that I honestly might have done (I've been lazily doing one or two sets of each thing, rarely three, and it's been a long time since I have tried to do four--almost two years, I think, before I hurt my knee.) I think more weight-lifting is key. So, I think, is the intermittent fasting.
I ate so little at the end of yesterday, though, that I was feeling pretty weak by the end of my workout. I finished it, time-wise, but I had been working a little less hard on the last rotation.
I was starving by the time I got to eat, and eating did not help me feel stronger, for hours. I was also freezing, because I wore a short-sleeved shirt, thinking I could put on my work sweater if need be, but left the work sweater home, again, after washing it.
I made a calorie-free fruit tea to help me warm up, and wore my old work sweater, with holes in the elbows, until I felt better.
I ate two eggs, a handful of almonds, a cup of prepared lentils, a cup of peanuts, a handful of cherries, and a peach.
Someone had brought two big boxes of beautiful cookies to share with the team, and I was personally invited--twice--to get some. They were macadamia nut and chocolate chip. Big, beautiful cookies. And the person who brought them said I should cheat just a little bit. I know what would happen if I cheated just a little bit. I would cheat a lot. I need to stick to this--it's the only thing that would work. I gave what I considered to be my two cookies to the starving woman, who came in again today, and mentioned her hunger.
I forgot to tell you a third silly thing that woman from work said yesterday. She said, "You've lost weight!" and, since yesterday I was still at only ten pounds, and nothing much had come off my waist, I said, "Not really." She then insisted, "Your face!" If she thinks I've lost ten pounds off my face, no wonder my stomach hasn't budged. I don't see any difference on my face, at all. The only difference I can notice is that I don't feel as gross. I am not worried that my bigger clothes won't be able to cover my fat anymore.
Which reminds me--I had to put half an outfit back in my closet today, but only the shirt. I couldn't wear that shirt last summer. I put it on today, and it was close. The two sides met. I could surely have buttoned some of the buttons, but I could see that it would be a stretch, so I put it at the far end of my summer clothes and put on a quality tee shirt instead.
My husband says we are are going out for dinner tonight to celebrate the anniversary of his divorce, so I will put off making the chicken dish I thought I would be eating until tomorrow. I always want Mexican food when I go out to dinner, but I think I had better stick with somewhere I can get a salad, for now.
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