the little blue ticket

25 Feb, 2012

damn it feels good to be a gangsta.

Posted by: lilblueticket In: Pearls

Check. My. Shit.

7.4 pound weight loss this week.

Whuuuuut?

That’s right. 7.4 pounds. Thank you, thank you, thank you for the comments and emails and encouragement, because it helped me get back on track and accomplish what I did over the past six days. I kiss you all.

So on Sunday I started tracking again. I mean really, truly, honestly tracking. And somehow between that and the gym something a little bit amazing happened. I’m pretty happy right now, considering I just got home from the gym awhile ago and I may be writing this from beyond the grave. Because I’m fairly certain CMcT killed me today.

TRX, baby. It’s so fucking hard, but I feel so good and so proud of myself afterwards that it makes the hour and the ensuing pain totally worth it. When I walked in and he told me we were doing TRX today I let out a little yay, and he actually laughed evilly. Like muahahaha. Only cute. Because everything he does is sort of cute.

Remember those reverse death crunches? Yeah, we did those, only instead of pulling both knees up at the same time I had to alternate. Which means I needed to keep myself steady and balanced with my core. Uh…I could tell you the number of times I tried it and fell flat on my stomach before figuring out exactly what I needed to do, but I don’t think I can count that high. And I’d include a youtube link to the exercise so you guys can see what I’m talking about, but they’re not really called reverse death crunches so I have no idea how to find said video. Just trust me. It sucked.

My foot’s been giving me a lot of trouble, so I finally have an appointment with a podiatrist on Tuesday for x-rays and to figure out what’s going on. CMcT and I don’t think it’s this plantar fasciitis thing because it gets worse the more I walk on it. It may be a bone spur or stress fracture (please please send good non-stress fracture mojo), but hopefully on Tuesday they’ll diagnose it so I can get on with my life.

I thought a lot about what you guys said about my weight loss or lack thereof last week, and I think I may not have been eating enough with the workouts I’ve been doing. I also think I was ingesting way too much salt and retaining a crapload of water, because it’s hard for me to believe that whole 7.4 pounds is fat. But whatever. It’s gone, hopefully forever.

I’m also going to take the sage advice of my girl felesi and measure myself, as horrifying as that may be. I’m definitely noticing a difference in my body and how my clothes fit, so having those numbers and being able to track the non-scale progress will be encouraging.

My sister’s in from the east coast, and she took a bunch of pictures yesterday. I hate having my picture taken, but I can definitely see that I may have one less chin now (I’m down to like three!) and I’m not looking as puffy. Little victories.

Drinks with the girls tonight. Tequila counts as a core food, right? On account of the grains or something?

Have a great weekend, beautiful babies.

1 Response to "damn it feels good to be a gangsta."

1 | didibuttonsley

March 3rd, 2012 at 8:02 am

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Awesome job on that seven point four pounds! We all knew that you could do it.
And now I am singing “damn it feels good to be a gangsta,” and it will probably be in my head all day.
You are always getting songs in my head.

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