I guess you’d call me a little discouraged. I was just going to post my latest picture and measurements with no commentary and only a title that said, “Wha-?” but that would be unfair to all of you who’ve followed my long and illustrious journey to losing no weight this past month.
So the latest:
I went on the South Beach diet a few weeks ago and almost collapsed into my cheese stick by day four. At that point, I deduced that anemia, dieting, and sudden onset exercising don’t mix. So I introduced healthy carbs back into my diet and I don’t feel as weak and about to die.
I’m still going to the gym and treadmilling and ellipticalling, but my favorite new thing is XTend Barre for sculpting. May I say that although my body is still a vat of fat, I actually feel XTend Barre working to chisel muscle. Between the kids home for the summer and work on my desk, I’ve only been able to make about two barre workouts a week, but let me tell you: I’d be bathing-suit-ready if I could take this class more often. I even felt confident enough with my new muscle definition to actually don a pair of shorts and a tank for the Fourth of July. Progress.
That’s the bright spot. The darkness still lies between my thighs (or some other WHY CAN’T I LOSE WEIGHT! analogy that makes more sense). And did I tell you I called my doctor in a fit of tears and demanded a thyroid test? I know. I mean, look. I get that I’m not over overweight…but you know when you feel draggy and unkempt and you take matters into your own lazy hands and start to eat better and the SCALE DOESN’T BUDGE AND YOU DON’T KNOW WHY?
Fine. I’ll be patient. I guess it’s only been a month. Waiting for things is not my virtue.
So here’s my week four bathing suit pic:
Looks a heck of a lot like the one from two weeks ago. Like exactly a lot alike.
On that I LOOK THE SAME! note, here are my measurements:
July 7, 2011 Body Stats (the figures at right were my stats from June 12):
Yep. That’s right. The only inches I’ve lost are in my boobs.
Naturally. Because if you’re not going to lose weight, you might as well lose a bra size.
I’m back to wanting to title this post “Wha-?” and bury my head in my diminishing chest.
Here’s some before/after action for your “What’s the difference?” pleasure:
Despite my angst, I would like to end this diatribe on a high note. If you live close to my neighborhood XTend Barre, they will give you one month unlimited access to all classes for $79/month if you mention “San Diego Momma.” Here’s their Facebook page. The staff there has been awesome, telling me to eat more carbs and make it sexy (there’s this Lady Gaga scooping/humping/thrusting move we do for our glutes), and offering me a free month because they feel for my chest.
Plus, I’m thinking if me and my boobs could get to class more often, I’ll at least be able to bench press my smaller bra.
Stay tuned for my upbeat Week Five post! It’s sure to be full of sunshine and looser lingerie!