Actually, muscle and fat weigh the same. A pound is a pound. But muscle is denser and takes up less space. So, when you exchange fat for muscle, your weight remains the same but you lose inches.
Hmm, so I've realized it's hard enough for me to shed lbs while still nursing my 16 month old, and now TOM showed up. He's been totally irregular with nursing, so it's always a surprise lol. Only 2nd TOM since Sept '08, so I won't complain that much. That explains my total sweet tooth. I normally don't really have trouble staying away from that stuff, and the last week I've been binging on the crap. I'm trying to get back on, but it's proving difficult. I can't wait till TOM is gone! I'm just glad I've been able to keep up with my workouts.
I am really holding steady at 205 this week. Hoping it's just my muscles repairing themselves, because I am miserably sore and I'll see a drop by the end of the week.
I weighed in at 190.4 this morning! I won't have computer access through next Tuesday, so I figured I better post my weight today. Have a great weekend everybody!
Hey, guys! I'm sorry that I've been lax with weighing in! I got back from my vacation last Sunday, and I've been really busy with work (and redecorating my apartment). I've been horrible with my exercise the past week, by which I mean that I haven't worked out at all. At least I have that 2 km walk to work on the weekdays! My eating has been pretty decent, though, so I'm down to 132.4, which is a relief after my four pound gain while I was away!
I just don't get it. Once I start eating, it's so hard to stop. I could not eat for days (not that I've tried it, but I'm sure I could). But as soon as I eat one little thing, I can't stop thinking about how I want to eat more. It doesn't matter that I'm not hungry after that first thing, I just want to eat more.
I see it as a drug addiction, in a way. Except you can never quit. It's like being addicted to cocaine, but instead of being able to get treatment and eventually stop, you HAVE to keep it around. You can't just get rid of it, never see it again, never put yourself in situations with it again. You NEED it to survive, and it frustrates me.
I apologize for my little rant, but it needed to come out and I have nowhere else to put it.
