The body is an amazing mysterious machine, especially when it comes to weight loss. It isn't always linear: something good or bad may not show up on the scale for a few weeks. Patterns emerge. Some women gain or stall during their period, I tend to do it in the middle of my cycle. Or I'll have two really small weigh-ins in a row and then a big one that third week, which is what happened this time. Last week I only lost 0.2. This week, 3.2. That averages out to 1.7, which is right in line with the recommended weekly loss.
I've started running more, doing the Couch-to-5K plan. I like it because it only requires three days a week, at about 30 minutes each day. I was already doing similar intervals, but this feels more focused and bumps the workout up each week on a schedule.
I did break down and buy a new bathing suit. After measuring myself, I realized my bust is two dress sizes smaller than my hips and waist. No wonder I felt like I was, literally, swimming in my old bathing suit. So a tankini was my best option. I went with this top and a pair of swim shorts.
Let me tell you, after a lifetime of swimming in one pieces, a tankini is weird. As are shorts. It's just a very different sensation in the water and I kept feeling all paranoid because the top would float up and my stomach was showing. But, y'know, underwater so it's not like anyone could really see it and, hello, the only other people in the pool with me on a Friday afternoon are retirees, so it's not like they care. But, man, were my boobs secure which was all I was really concerned about anyway.
After careful consideration (and mostly after looking at my budget) I decided to drop my 6am Tuesday morning yoga class. For the first two months I was on their introductory offer and at the end, I think I paid only $4 for each class, which is less than half the normal cost. Twice a week and the regular price is just too much for right now, but with all the swimming and running I still am working out 4 days a week. I mean, on Friday I did that day's C25K workout when I first woke up. That means I was on the treadmill before I even had coffee. And then, a few hours later, I was at the pool. Weird. Just weird. I mean, who does that?!
Well. Apparently I do.
Love from the ashes,