Progress this week is slow but I’ll take slow progress over no progress. A pound lost is better than a pound gained. Unfortunately, at this point, every pound is a fight to get off. It’s like my body is trying to settle at this weight, which is really irritating.
We are on the road currently, and will be home tomorrow, thankfully! I’m ready to be eating out of my own kitchen and eating smaller portions of things since eating on the road is tricky and difficult. So much more difficult to control portions and make good choices when you’re traveling! I have tried to be pretty active each day while we have been away, but the eating has been a little crazy. I think Dr. A calls them “penny days.” A “penny day” works like this:
Imagine the time in a year represented by a jar with a penny for each day in it. Each day you try to eat on a plan (whatever that plan is; everyone’s is different), you leave pennies in the jar. But let’s suppose you have a special occasion day–a birthday, a holiday, a family reunion (as I’ve had this weekend). You spend a penny for that day, so you remove a penny from the jar and place it in another jar next to it. This practice helps you to put things into perspective: for every day you plan to eat off plan, you spend a penny. This helps you to see that every once in a while, it’s okay not to be perfect. No one can be perfect 100 percent of the time. I know I can’t, and I don’t want to try because it’s simply not sustainable behavior. Not for me. By the time this weekend comes to an end, I will have had 3 cents’ worth! Thankfully I don’t have them often, but so many in a row…I need to take a rest from them for a bit. So once I return home, I’ll be leaving those metaphorical pennies in their original jar for a while until the State Fair next month.
Today, I did spend some time with one of my cousins who is a kettlebell instructor learning how to pick up a bell today, so now I can do deadlifts and presses with one. No swinging yet because my form is not great. I didn’t expect that after our session today I’d be walking out of there all “orale, bitches, I can swing a bell now!” But as soon as I get home, I will be practicing so that after I get good at deadlifts and presses, I can start swinging. I really want to learn how to use them to build strength and stamina, but I need to find a good trainer in my area who will be patient with me and help me learn to do it right so I can avoid injuring myself. After spending the afternoon learning from my cousin, now I understand why proper form is important–you can really get hurt if you’re not careful. She did give me some recommendations on some YouTube videos I can watch, and recommended that I do my deadlifts in front of a mirror. It was helpful to see myself lifting in the mirror so that I could see what I looked like compared to what I should have looked like.
This week, I’ll right myself foodwise since I won’t be out of town, and I’ll be back at the gym on the regular. I also start my swim lessons next week, which I’m looking forward to. Getting back on track with my eating will be tough but not impossible. But I know what I need to do; I just need to buckle down and DO IT.
La Guerra de La Gorda 