It’s official. I met my goal weight this morning and was even a little under. It was surprisingly anticlimactic. I blame that on the fact that is was 6:30 am, and I’ve been in dieting hell for the last 2 months. Nonetheless, I started this journey at about 147 pounds back in February (after gaining at least 2 fruit cakes worth of holiday weight). This morning I weighed in at 131.6 pounds, 0.6 pounds under my official goal weight. Fantastic. It would be nice if that meant that I could finally exhale, but it doesn’t. As much as I wish I could have taken a quick photo of the scale and emailed it to the meet director to prove that I made it, I do actually have to maintain this weight until next Saturdays weigh in. That means another whole week of no pizza, no DQ peanut buster parfait, no PB snickers. I’m sure I’ll survive though…I’ve been doing it this long.
Because meeting my goal weight wasn’t quite enough (for some crazy reason), I also got my body fat tested this morning. I’m not sure why I decided that it was necessary for me to know my current body weight, but I did. I saw a caliper set in the gym owner’s office the other day so I conned him into testing me this morning. I’ve had my body fat tested once before by a weakling at the hospital cardiac rehab gym. I don’t remember it being at all eventful…just a test. So you can imagine my surprise when I felt a softball sized chunk of my thigh being ripped off this morning! The gym own came in with ice cold hands and zero intension of taking any sort of mercy on me and my poor little fat rolls. He grabbed a fistful of fat on the front of my thigh, my stomach, and the back of my arm (tricep area)…TWICE. OMFG…..did it hurt. I was doing deep breathing exercises and everything. I could not believe the fight that my thigh fat put up when it got tugged on. Apparently, it truly enjoys hanging out in its snuggly little home…tightly cuddled against my other thigh. My stomach wasn’t too bad, but the back of my arm also similar to chewing glass. Not a great experience. I would not recommend doing it just for fun. Yet another bit of evidence that I have completely lost my mind.
See….doesn’t look pleasant does it?
I’ve also gotten a couple of good workouts in this week. I benched Wednesday night. It was not my best bench workout, but I did it. For the first time, I had a serious issue with keeping the bar straight. Hopefully it was just due to some serious tightness that has developed from my building workouts. I got a massage (another uber painful experience) last night hoping to remedy the problem. I won’t know if it helped until I bench again on Monday, but I’m just going to say that it did. This morning I did an odd combination of high box squats, close grip bench, and deadlifts. I left the gym feeling like a rickety old lady….same way I feel on the last week of training for every meet. Beat down, tired, exhausted, only now I can add crabby and HUNGRY to the list!!