Weigh-in: 1lb loss
So, another weigh-in, another 1lb off. I’m not gonna lie, I can’t say I’m over the moon – even though I have plenty of reasons to be. I really don’t want to be the ‘1lb a week gal’. This is partially due to being the most impatient person in the world as well as busting a gut makes no difference to having an ‘average’ week. But things in my head are changing – that’s what this process is all about. As long as the scales keep going down, the longer it takes, the better.
Keep on Truckin’
The exercise has been the main thing keeping me going this week- as a scientific person, numbers, results and analysis make me tick. I was becoming obsessed with which dates I’d be a certain weight, how many lbs I could lose by Christmas etc. Running has given me another focus, and although it’s still number-focused (time, distance, pace) I’m spending more time listening to my body and noting breathing and comfort levels. This is a refreshing change, and has turned the tables on how I think about my weight loss. On Monday, I ran my first full 5k since injuring my knee and it felt amazing! I instantly thought ‘Well, even if the scales say I haven’t lost this week, I’m still happy with my achievement’ – that’s a big thing.
I continued to track my points and ran yesterday as usual. The weather was awful – windy and wet. (Typical Scottish Summer) My GPS wasn’t working properly, so my pace and distance were completely out of whack – I was running blind. That actually put the fear of God in me (Jeez, I’m not even religious) – my RunKeeper lady is like my comfort blanket, so I was forced to listen to my body to pace myself. I’m very guilty of pushing on too quickly to begin with (there’s the impatience again) and burning myself out on the last quarter mile. I tried really hard yesterday and had to fight all the way back uphill against the wind. I made it home without stopping and plonked myself down at the porch door. A quick calculation revealed I’d taken 1min 5 off my first 5k time. I could not believe it.
I was outrageously nonchalant heading in to weigh-in last night, I could have put on 2lbs and not given a monkeys. That NSV (That’s a Non-Scale Victory) from my run was enough for me. I had an outrageous weekend (which I planned and thoroughly enjoyed) and it could have jeopardized my weight loss this week, but it didn’t matter, and I wasn’t obsessed with it. I still lost weight, I’m now lighter than my boyfriend, and can run 5k. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to say any of that.
This coming week will be an interesting one. I’m using it as an experiment. I’m working a lot of shifts this week, which really helps me organize and regiment my eating. I also have no social engagements this week, and will run as normal. I’m not going to dip into my weekly points at all (I’m usually very liberal with these) and keep 1 point under my daily allowance every day to see if I lose more than 1 lb next week.
Ironically, I’m only looking to lose 1lb this week so I can try on my ‘too tight’ pile of clothes that’s taunting me in the wardrobe. 2lbs will put me at 174lbs, reaching my next goal. Let’s see how we go!