Today I had my first official weigh-in in weeks. 6pm. Be there or be square.
All day, I was worried. Work was a good distraction, but every now and then I’d remember my after-work plans and my heart would start racing. I can only imagine how many calories I burned just sitting at my desk before lunch.
Finally, 5 o’clock rolled around and it was time to pack up my desk and head across town to the gym.
Amy! Suck it up!
I was soooooo nervous. I haven’t been that nervous in so, so long.
There was physical shaking.
Then I stood on the scales and the clock stopped. Not literally, but I held my breath and didn’t look at the number as it clicked over.
‘600g down, Aims.‘
Sorry, what? That’s not possible.
I’ve been eating nothing but chocolate since Easter.
And there was so much alcohol when I quit my job.
I did burn a lot of calories today.
Turns out all my measurements have dropped – albeit only slightly. And only a small portion of that was muscle.
We agreed that my goal for the next weigh in was to drop 1.5kg of fat. In six weeks. Totally do-able, but it’ll mean sticking to healthier habits.
I have a new training plan, too. 6 days a week, with activity levels if varying degrees. Plenty of weights, and cardio to boot. But I’ll delve into the plan in greater detail another day.
The point of this post is; even when things aren’t going to plan, they’re not as bad as they seem!
Deep breaths – I’ll sleep better tonight!