July 1, 2007 at 8:16 am
I could break out my calculator and the fancy charts and formulas to prove it, but I think I’m down about four pounds since the end of May. It’s harder to tell these days since my weight tends to modulate up and down like an FM radio frequency. That loss averages out to a pound a week, which is a lot higher than I thought I was pulling. I read some of my ancient entries where I complain about losing only two pounds a week and wonder why none of you drove through miles of cornfields just to knock on my door and then knock my lights out. I’m grateful for every ounce now. A pound a week is also a pretty good rate considering I went out drinking for a bachelorette party. I had to forcibly restrain my mind from trying to calculate how many calories were in all the alcohol. Being tipsy helps with the “not thinking” part. That kind of information, like your parents sex life, is something you just don’t want to know.
My love affair with my arm muscles continues. I can do ten reps of the bicep curl with 10 pound weights without dropping them on my pinkie toe. Grrrr! I strong. Just don’t ask me to help you move. My new muscle mass has also changed my shopping strategies. Last year when I had to buy a dress for a wedding, I was wondering where all the sleeves were. This month I started searching thrift stores for a gown for my brother’s August wedding and I automatically rejected any dress that had even a cap sleeve. Spaghetti straps all the way for me! I’ve got collarbones and arm muscles now and everyone is going to get a good look, underarm flab be damned. And yes, I promise to post pictures. I’ve been watching the first season of Alias this week and I have much more appreciation for the awesomeness of Jennifer Garner’s arms and all the work she must have put into them. No wonder the wardrobe department puts her in sleeveless tops so often. If I had arms like that I’d take scissors to all my sleeves.
I’m still taking it easy on my leg that had been hurting. I know some of you will say I should go to a doctor, but it only starts to hurt after I’ve run about two miles and only slightly. And I have crap insurance. Unless I start limping, I’m just going to give it time to heal on its own. So I haven’t been running, just walking and, wow, I forgot how incredibly boring walking can be. I used to do this for 50 minutes a day? How did I ever manage that? I listen to music and podcasts, but I still miss the thrill of running, my heart-beating fast, getting all sweaty and red in the face. I will think happy thoughts and hopefully my leg will be all better by July. Next month: tennis lessons! I’ve been keeping up with my exercises, but lately there have been a lot more days where I forcibly make my ass get off the couch than usual. It will be good to mix things up.
I’ve also been going on baking sprees this month. One evening I made a batch of egg muffins and then roasted a head of cauliflower and followed it up by roasting a head of broccoli. I now have Tupperware containers of veggies in the fridge to snack on when the mood hits me. I know I’m supposed to eat fruits and veggies, but lately it had been more like fruits and, oh yeah, a veggie. It’s so easy to grab a peach or banana and eat it right away, whereas I prefer most of my veggies chopped and cooked, carrots and celery excluded. Having everything ready to go helps get more of them into my diet. Also, cooking is a good excuse not to do other things. “Oh, I can’t do ____, I have to cook some broccoli!”
Here’s hoping I’m in the mid-170’s by the end of July!