To say that I was crazy excited, is an understatement. That's 3km more than I have ever run in my life - and honestly - I could've gone another 1 or 2 more. But I don't want to injure myself - that would devastate me - so I made sure that I didn't over do it.
I loved that run ... I gave it all I had. I ran it in 1:33:13 with an average pace of 00:06:10 per km. I felt like a machine. And my legs burned for hours later - a true testament that I pushed myself harder than normal. I killed it ...
So, imagine my excitement to stand on the scale this morning. And then imagine my face falling after seeing that I, in fact, gained a pound.
You know - when I did the biggest loser before having Katia, the numbers went down. And now that I've taken up exercise, the numbers refuse to budge. Or they go down for about a half hour before moving back up again.
I hate my scale.
I hate numbers.
And I'm giving my body a recovery break today - so no Jillian (plus I have a bazillion things to do that I should've gotten done yesterday ... beh.) I may resort to drinking water with lemon and cutting off that limb I've been talking about. And shaving my head ... that'll maybe make the numbers go down.
I know that physically, I'm in the best shape of my life. My cardio has never, ever been like this. My legs and butt are showing divots where the muscles are outlined ... but that tire around my waist greets me every morning. I really, really thought that cardio would burn that sucker off of me ... And yet - how insane is this - I would consider trading it all in to be 120lbs. Ok ... even as I write that, I know that's just plain wrong.
I'm so frustrated because being 129.9 is far from my actual goal - and yet even that seems unobtainable. Especially with that birthday deadline I've placed over my head ... 9 days. It was hard enough to lose 1lb in 14days, never mind 2.5lbs now in 9.
Ugggggh **yanking on my hair**. So frustrated.
So. Instead I am going through the house with a garbage bag ... the laundry room is being gutted (yet again, for like, the third time this year) and some of the kitchen cupboards ... the junk that's attached to the side of the fridge ... and just whatever else I can get my hands on. My house will lose about 10lbs ... the 10lbs I wish I could.
You know ... I recognize my complaining about a few pounds. I know what it sounds like. I know that I have so many things to be thankful for. I know that I am blessed. But I also know that I'm working my butt off - and that's where the frustration comes from.
Am I alone in this?? Anyone else trying to do everything right and then get socked in the stomach with rising numbers?? Anyone know what I'm doing wrong? Anyone have hair clippers to help me shave off at least 1/2 a pound *grin*??
Have a great one ...