This post should be titled: Weigh In | 8.8.11. Instead, it is called Booyah because something epic happened:
I broke my stall!
I have been stalled weight-wise since May 9th, just shortly after the half marathon. It has been one of the most frustrating times as I beat my head against a wall trying to figure out how to make the freaking scale move. Weeks of consistent workouts, food tracking, and seeing a registered dietician. Throw my injured foot with the oh-so-lovely boot and my perseverance has been greatly tested.
I didn't expect anything from the scale today as I ate more than normal all last week and didn't get in all the workouts I wanted. I had to do a triple-take when it showed I lost the epic amount of….. 1 pound!
That 1 darn pound feels more triumphant than the first 50 pounds I lost. I shared in my “things you don't know about me” post that sometimes when times get tough, I feel like I'm destined to be this big. Does that mean I want to resign to being sedentary and eating junk? Heck no. It just means that sometimes I feel like my body is broken.
I had an eye-opening moment last week when I saw what it looked like to get my resting metabolic rate tested (at the recommendation of my Registered Dietician, we needed to see how many calories my body burns while at rest). Instead of feeling like a ninja-athlete doing some fancy test in a room they could test athletes in, I felt thankful to be alive.
The contraption reminded me of some sort of respirator. I've been told that it is similar to what a sleep apnea machine looks like, but I've never seen one up close and personal. I left the completely painless test knowing that my body isn't broken (it burns more calories than I thought) and that I am not still on a destructive path to lead towards hospitalization or needing to be on oxygen or anything. I'm not trying to be melodramatic in the least, it was just a moment of “okay. I'm fine. I'm thankful.”
Total Lost: 113 pounds
I saw my dietician today about the results, and it turns out that I might not have been eating enough food. Trying to focus on reduced coffee intake (my elixir!), eating in regular intervals and trying to focus on quality foods instead of quantity. I'm still logging everything for my personal accountability, but I'm still not focusing on the numbers. This is about training my body to know when it needs to eat and when it's full.
So this is a picture of a happy Emmie. Not that I wasn't happy before, it just feels good to know I pushed through a really frustrating few months.