I’d much rather be hangin out with this guy!!!
I’ve come to so many harsh realizations in the last week. Dieting is a rough existence. If you’re a food person, it can definitely make life hell. I’d say my mood has always fluctuated around food….going to lunch with friends, making a nice dinner for the fiancé, going out to dinner, visiting home and getting all my favorite meals, going on vacation and sampling the local fair….all very exciting for me. The excitement isn’t always ALL about the food. The company and comradery play their role too, but the food was always center stage. Take the food away (actually just turn the food into a total pain in the ass), and much of the excitement fades away along with it. I’m about 6.5 weeks into this whole dieting adventure, and it is definitely taking it’s toll.
After 4 straight weeks of dropping 2 pounds per week, I have finally leveled off at about 5 pounds above my goal weight for my next meet. After two weeks with no weight loss, more drastic measures were needed. FML. I’m now enjoying the wonderfulness of not only counting calories, but counting every gram of fat, protein, and carbs that I ingest. It’s lame, and it’s hard, and it’s an incredible balancing act. I always used to wonder how body builders could possibly stand eating the exact same thing EVERY DAY when they were dieting. Aha! Because it’s easy. Once you figure out a meal plan that fits your daily caloric needs and has the right numbers of fat, protein, and carbs…stop. It took me three days to figure out the right combination, and I have zero desire to go through that again. I have a handful of foods that I know fit the bill, and I eat them…everyday. The only thing that I actually like eating is my protein powder. I actually wish that I could just drink all my meals these days. At least I could chug them and get it over with faster. Chicken breast through a straw anyone?
The other part of this whole weight loss deal is the cardio. I’m doomed to 30-60 minutes of cardio everyday of the week. I don’t know how the entire US population of 18-24 year old women spend their every moment of free time bonding with the elliptical, because is sucks…big time. Not to mention the combination of me being hungry, sore from lifting, and weak from dieting. My early morning cardio sessions are fairly brutal. I spent a good hour feeling like I was going to hurl after my 45 minutes on the treadmill this morning. Oh the joys of weight loss.
Speaking of being weak from weight loss…uh….I am. Super weak. I tried to do a 3 rep max for squats on Monday, and I ended up at 185. Are you serious? 185? That was a serious blow to the confidence. It also brought a lot of questions to the surface. Is this whole weight loss thing a good idea? I may end up at 132, but if I can’t even squat the bar…what good is it going to do me? Will my strength recover when I stop dieting? Am I even going to be able to stop dieting? Ugh. Tuesday was an equally disappointing day on bench. I was supposed to do 3×3 at 130 pounds. I got the first set, but the last rep on the second set wouldn’t go up. I just tried to move on and get through my auxiliary work, but even my sets of skull crushers were killing me. I had to go way down in weight. Everything is adding up, and all I can do is keep my fingers crossed that it will be worth it in the end.