Okay, I'm ready.
Perhaps I shouldn't be weighing myself daily. Or perhaps I shouldn't give the number I saw this morning so much power. I have a lot to do today. I don't have time to analyze why I've bounced back up again, nor do I have the energy for it.
It's. Just. Information.
Data comes in all forms, and what I weigh is just part of it. How my clothes fit, how my wedding ring slips around on my finger, how I move, how I feel are better indicators of how the South Beach+gym workout plan is working than what the scale says.
Can I get an "amen" on that?
I'll be honest with you, I'm pretty tired of all protein and vegetables, all the time. I'm sticking with Phase I most days; a couple days a week I have steel-cut oats or whole-grain bread at one meal. I'm allowed to add a half-cup of carrots (and peas) on Phase II, and I think I'll do that today.
What's so bad about carrots, anyway? Yes, I know they have more "sugar" than spinach or celery, but still. Come to think of it, though, the original incarnation of Weight Watchers limited carrots (and peas) to four ounces daily. (Many vegetables were unlimited back in the day.) There must be something inherently delicious about carrots (and peas) if they're restricted.
For the last couple gym workouts I've been using free weights instead of Nautilus for biceps and triceps. I started with five-pound dumbbells, because the gym doesn't have eight-pounders (which is what I have at home) and I didn't think I could lift 10-pounders. Because I'm a wimp.
Well, yesterday I picked up that 10-pound bad boy and ripped off two sets of 15 curls and kickbacks like it was nothing! I was so surprised, and I learned a valuable lesson: I must not underestimate myself. Maybe my inner badass is breaking free. Heh.
If that doesn't get me out of this scale-induced funk, nothing will. I feel better already, just remembering how I felt when I finished.
Don't worry, I'm not morphing into a weightlifter. I still don't much care for strength-training, but I can see a few benefits already. Not so much in my shape, but more like this:
- my ability to move more freely
- my energy level
- my willingness to just go do [whatever] rather than delay or ignore doing [whatever]
- my posture (seriously!)
I hope I figure out all this health-and-fitness stuff before I'm eligible for Medicare. It would be so great to have a government health benefit and not have to use it for illness or a disability. I've been working on figuring it out more than half my life, you'd think I'd have it down by now.
If I did, though, what kind of drivel would both of you be reading this morning? Heh.
Here's what the rest of my day is going to look like:
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| This is the prototype for this year's campaign buttons for my Democratic women's group. I need to make enough to give to members at our meeting tonight, and then we'll be making and selling them as a fundraiser. Want one? Let me know. Just $3! |
I hope your day is just as crafty, creative and hopey-changey as mine is!
1 comment:
Amen Sistah!
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