It’s that time again. When the scale stops moving and every single pound lost is an epic battle to the death. My weight has been fluctuating a bunch for the past two months but still comes back and settles at 200 lbs. I don’t WANT to be 200 lbs. Anymore. Ever.
This is the part where I’m supposed to be all
- I went on two epic backcountry hiking trips
- The two pairs of summer pants I bought in May from Costco actually fit now, and are on the verge of being too loose
- Upper body muscle tone is developing slowly but surely
- I set a personal best for a 5K
- I feel stronger when I run
- Blah blah blah
I am simply ungrateful for these changes.
I want to be 50 lbs lighter.
Anyway. I’m back into running/training mode in order to not die on my next big race. It’s a 21ish km road race in the mountains at the end of September, and I’d like to finish in a respectable time. My 25K trail race in May took me 4 hours…ahaaa. I’m aiming for about 3.0 hrs on this next race. Just a nice steady run.
My PiYo workouts have been terrific for building strength and improving my flexibility. PiYo kind of surprises you that way. You think nothing is happening but suddenly you’re stronger, more flexible, have endurance, etc.
Over the long weekend, I took the opportunity to clean out my closest to get ready for fall. I love fall. To heck with the lazy days of summer. Fall is fresh, new, clean – truly the start of my new year is September rather than January. But I digress.
Clothes. I decided to clean out all my XXL summer clothes from the closet, because by the time next summer rolls around, those won’t fit. Heck, they don’t fit now! They hang off me but I wear them because that’s what I have.
I got out the blue recycling bags and trudged upstairs. I dug deep into the closet for every last stitch. Shirts, sweater, skirts. XXL. Gone. Into the donation bag. Some things I’d never even worn, because ultimately, I’d bought them only because they fit but I, in fact, hated them. In fact, I have a lot of clothes I bought only because they fit. That’s just crap. It steals away who you are. Your identity and self-expression.
But enough whining. The clothes are culled, and I’m left with a skeleton crew of some pants and skirts, and a few sweaters (some of which are still too big but I need SOMETHING to wear to work…). I started digging through my fall clothes to be proactive and weed out the big ones, and was delighted to find a bag dedicated to items that were once all too small! Most of them I can now FIT. Woot.
So, not much has changed since my July weigh-in. And I apologize for forgetting August – I was in the backcountry at that point and had no Internet or inclination to share stagnant results. [Insert sad face]
For NO EXCUSES SEPTEMBER, the game plan is to lose 6 pounds. SIX. POUNDS. That shouldn’t be too hard, right? I’m going back on the 21 Day Fix nutrition plan, and my workouts will be running, PiYo and the occasional 21 Day Fix workout.