I was out of town and missed Monday's workout, and I can't believe that I actually missed going to the gym... how crazy is that?!
Friday's workout was pretty inspiring for me - I lost 3.5 percent body fat in our first six weeks of exercise, and I also lost up to an inch in several areas. Using my crack math skills (multiplying my weight by my body fat percentage, before and at the six-week mark), I figured out that I actually lost six pounds of fat, which means that I gained four pounds of muscle for a total loss of two pounds. (I'll admit I was pretty annoyed that I wasn't down by more than two pounds after all that work, but these new numbers made me feel a lot better.)
That being said... I was bummed for my workout partner, who has been working her tushie off and didn't see a big payoff on Friday, as you read below. Angela did tell me that it's unusual to see significant results in the first six weeks since your body spends that time acclimating to the torture. ;-) (She didn't use that exact terminology.) I can actually see a difference in Ronda, so something is happening, there's no doubt about it.
I have been watching my diet pretty carefully, making sure to take a couple minutes in the morning to toss some yogurt and fresh fruit into my bag for work, along with a can of light soup (I know, sodium is bad) or a sandwich, and a granola bar or some crackers to get me through the afternoon munchie period. Blessedly, my coworkers don't bring a bunch of junk food into the office anymore, since I have no willpower when it comes to resisting sugary snacks.
The next couple of weeks will be my biggest challenge thus far... I've got huge life stressors coming at me from all directions, and I am determined not to let that derail my efforts. Failing to take care of myself by exercising and eating right will not improve my mental health, of that I am certain. I must resist the urge to seek solace in ice cream! :-)
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