Monthly Archives: May 2011

172!

Umm, what? 172? Not 177? Or even last weeks 174, but actually 172?

WAHOO!

I had a less than stellar weekend, but was great through the week and I was still rewarded with 2 pounds lost over the last week. This only encourages me to keep up with my planned deficits and workouts.

Seriously, if you think you’re stalled, and you think you know all you need to know about fat loss, get your butt over to LeighPeele.com.

Monday and Tuesday down.

Well, so far so good.

Yesterday and today were 30-35% deficit days, so I was aiming for 1573-1694 calories, which so far today hasn’t been bad, but yesterday was tough. I was hungry before going to bed and I really hate being hungry. I had a glass of water and just went to bed.

Today has been better. Usually I eat breakfast, snack, lunch, snack and then dinner. I’m experimenting with moving my snacks around/eliminating them. Morning snack foods went with lunch and afternoon snack became my preworkout fuel.

I slacked on weighing dinner tonight, so it’s a bit more approximate/from measuring cups, so I’ll probably give myself a bit of a cushion for today. But, I’m feeling good right now, so I’m happy. Today was easier.

I just have to keep reminding myself that it’s only 12 weeks.

Fat Loss

I suck at losing weight.  Seriously.

I did well at it back when I first started this whole journey.  I dropped 20 lbs steadily and in a healthy way, but since then?  Nadda.  Nothing.  I might go down so much as 3 lbs, and then I bump right back up to 177 again.

177.  Always 177.  I HATE seeing 177 on the scale.  I’m over it.  I’m breaking up with 177.

Last weekend I bought Leigh Peele’s Fat Loss Troubleshoot and have been working on a plan since then.  I know (and have known for a long time) WHAT I need to be doing, it’s just a matter of actually doing it.  And for once, I want to.

So, for the next 12 weeks I’m in fat loss mode.  I’ve got a 7-day calorie cycling plan and a workout program.  I’ve got a food scale and a crap ton of plastic containers for my food.  I’ve got Derek in my corner and hopefully some nice weather to get me outside.  I’ve also got a pair of Lululemon pants waiting for me as a reward for finishing.

So, that’s it.  In 12 weeks I hope to drop 17 lbs while maintaining the muscle that I’ve got.  Hopefully then you’ll be able to see some of it and not just feel it under a layer of insulation.

Because this is a calorie cycling program I expect my daily weight to fluctuate, so I’ll be weighing in and updating on Friday mornings, after my lowest calorie day.  Hopefully this past week is the last time I’ll see that damned 177 on the scale.

If you haven’t already, I highly suggest you look into Leigh Peele.  She’s got a ton of awesome blog posts, a wonderful members site and forum, and takes part in several kick ass podcasts (The Fit Cast and Ask Leigh).  She is a wealth of no-nonsense knowledge that KNOWS how to get shit done.

45 lb plate + foot = rest

Yeeaaahhhhh, so, I was working out last Wednesday (that would be April 27) and I was just about 2/3 of the way through Fat Loss B4 (and actually starting to figure out my hated BSS’s) when I was changing the weights out on the bar.

I’d had my big girl plates on for deadlifts and was about to start a set of RDLs, so I was pulling off the 45s.  I guess my head wasn’t in the game and my hands were dry because the plate slipped right out of my fingers and landed square (round?) on the top of my foot.  Ouch.

The scene of the crime accident.

I probably cursed a few times and hobbled over to the bench to get my phone and call Derek.  I also got my shoe off right away, which was probably a good thing, because shortly after my foot looked like this:

And what does one do when they do something stupid and inflict that kind of damage?  Why they post it on Facebook!  I wasn’t sure whether or not I need to get myself to the hospital so I asked, and almost immediately I had at least 10 resounding answers of “YES!”.  So I got a call into the nurse at Telehealth to find out their advice.

The nurse there said, after I answered many questions, that it wasn’t urgent but that I should see a doctor within the next 24 hours.  As I had no idea if I’d be able to drive the next day, my lovely husband drove me to Urgent Care at about 8:30pm.

3 x-rays and a very helpful “It’s not broken, bye now” I was sent home. (kindly note that that last sentence was typed in sarcasm font).

While the next day it hurt like a bitch, I could walk (well hobble) and it didn’t look too bad.

I practiced my RICE (+Advil) and thought I was doing well.

And then the bruising started to show up.

Over the next few days I saw colours in my foot that I never anticipated.

The last picture above was taken on Thursday (May 5), so a little more than a week after The Drop and it looks to me like the bruising is getting better.

The only thing that concerns me is that it’s still a bit swollen in the mid-foot region.

I’m thinking that I might take myself down to Urgent Care again tomorrow (maybe a different one this time?) for another set of x-rays, as many people have been telling me that they often can’t see a break when the foot is as swollen as mine was.

Needless to say I’ve been on rest since Drop Day.  I walked with Derek to go and vote on Monday (just over 2 km total there and back) and my foot was killing me on Tuesday.  My mostly normal walk was back to a hobble.

I’m really pissed, because I was, for once, actually starting to enjoy running and I was lifting on the regular.  I was making some great gains in the gym and was finally feeling like I was getting the hang of those damned BSS’s I’ve always hated.  I HATE being sidelined like this.  2 years ago I would never have guessed that not being able to work out would bother me like it is.  So I guess that’s something?

I guess we’ll see!  For now I’ll keep resting and maybe go down and bust out a killer arm workout, complete with at least 3 different types of curls.  In my squat rack.  *snort*