My dearest A-Team, here is the crappy weigh-in that I promised you. I'm having to log a gain of 1.5 lbs. this week. While I know that it's not fat, I feel bad that I am not contributing to the overall percentage of our team. The number would probably have been much better had I taken a rest day yesterday, instead of busting my arse at the gym. I admit it though- I'm a mite selfish. I wanted the hard work more than I wanted the lower number on the scale this morning.
I am wondering how long it will take for me to start seeing the scale move downward again. I know that I've got this fat and muscle teetering on a scale, and the muscle is going to win out. I just hate feeling like a hamster on a wheel, running real fast and not getting anywhere. I know that I am accomplishing good things, but they aren't very easy for me to see. I see me every day, so changes aren't as apparent. The only thing that I can readily see is that my biceps and shoulders are starting to look real tight. I've still got that pesky "flag" that wants to wave, but there is obviously a muscle in there. I'm starting to see a hint of definition between my shoulder and my bicep, and it gives me hope. *laughs*
Anyway, it's a bummer to work out so hard and not get "Biggest Loser" results. I fear that it may be my utter aversion to running until I puke. I did feel a mite nauseated while riding the bike last night though. I imagined that Jillian was next to me, snapping at me to get my ass moving faster. *laughs* After the bike, I went through my lifting. Between the hard workout on the bike and the intense weight-lifting, I felt really strange when I got on the treadmill. I was jogging at 5 mph, which is hard for me to do for any length of time. Only, I started to realize that it wasn't bothering me. I felt like I could just keep going forever. I probably would have stayed on for longer than a mile, but my bladder convinced me that it was time to get off the machine. That was really interesting though. I didn't feel as heavy on my feet as I normally do. My breathing was good and not labored. I thought that I would surely be utterly exhausted and dragging my feet on the treadmill. That was a pleasant surprise, enjoying a short jog.