For the first time in more than a month……I got skunked. Zero weight loss this week. I’m trying not to be negative, but it is discouraging. I’ve officially landed in Week 2 of Biggest Loserville. As with any regiment, there are always peaks and valleys, plateaus to be overcome, and plain old shitty days/weeks/months. I’m not sure if it was incidental because of the food I ate yesterday before I weighed in this morning, or if this week really just didn’t pan out. Either way, I’ve still got a ways to go.
One of the factors that may have sabotaged me was actually my dead grandma. I know, it makes no sense, but it’s totally true. The poor, sweet woman. My grandma, as I’ve mentioned, was a Real grandma. She loved to bake, and garden, and give big kisses and hugs. Unfortunately, her cooking skills went down hill years ago. And it wasn’t an age thing….she just decided that she wanted to be more creative. She tossed caution to the wind and stopped using all forms of reference or recipes. You’d stop by the house to say hello, and she’d be so excited to share her latest creation. “Oh thanks…um, what are they grandma?” “Oh honey….just Try one!” “Um….okay”……gulp. I’d say 4% of the time it was actually good. Another 17% of the time, it was edible. And the rest of the time…..just plain terrible. Banana bread used to be one of her specialties, but without a recipe, you’d end up of chunks of banana AND chunks of baking soda throughout the bread. Do you have any idea how gross it is to bite into a giant chunk of baking soda??? It’s absolutely disgusting. The other thing that my grandma enjoyed doing was canning. They always had a big garden and in the fall she would spend weeks canning everything….beans, carrots, peaches, jam, even apples. I have a select few jars of goods that she canned, and I pull them out on special occasions. Last night, I was having serious fruit cravings, and I couldn’t think of a better solution than a jar of my grandmas canned apples! Perfect. So I sat down with an episode of Jersey Shore on Netflix and dug in. To my extreme surprise….grandma had “sweetened” the apples with salt…..not sugar. OMG. I could not believe it. The entire jar…..one big salt lick. So that’s my theory. I ate grandma’s apples and therefore a 1/2 cup of salt and now I’m retaining water like a mofo.
On the plus side, my workouts were great all week. Yesterday I bumped up my box squats to 10×2 at 155 pounds, Sumo stiff leg deadlifts were 3×10 at 135 indstead of 95, and front squats were 3×12 at 105 instead of 95 pounds. Yay. Alright….seriously, if I can do 12 front squats at 105….shouldn’t I be able to do 1 at 135 pounds? I don’t know what that’s such a hang up for me. Must be my fear of the big, giant, scary 45’s again. So silly!!
Have a great weekend everyone!!!