Weight: 198 lbs
Weight lost this week: 1 lbs
Total weight lost: 39 lbs
Bust: 41" (1/4" lost since last week, 5 7/8" lost total)
Waist: 35" (0" lost since last week, 5" lost total)
Hips: 46 3/4" (0" lost since last week, 6 1/8" lost total)
Finally, a flicker of progress! Not the 2-5 lbs a week I was losing (ah, how I miss those days), but at least a sign that I'm not scheduling myself to death in vain. Amazing how tenacious a body can be when it thinks it's found equilibrium ...
I tried a Zumba class at the Y for the first time today, and let me just say DAMN. That's a hell of a workout! Remember, I haven't done Zumba since like the first week of HFFC, back before we figured out it might be doing me more harm than good. But it definitely felt good today. I even had a spot with a clear view to the mirror, and I wasn't totally appalled by myself like I was the first time I tried Zumba. I looked pretty damn good, actually! Kinda sweaty and red in the face, but otherwise good! They even played one of my favorite songs - Jai Ho, from Slumdog Millionaires (granted, it was the glittered-up Pussycat Dolls version, but still good). I left the Y with my shirt like two shades darker than it was when I arrived ... thank god I didn't wear one of the white shirts, or I would've gone transparent and started offending the Y patrons' good Christian sensibilities.
Cooking is still going well, although I'm finding myself only actually cooking like 3 or 4 nights a week. Most of what I make creates leftovers, and in the process of trying not to waste anything, I'm eating a lot of repeats. Not that I'm complaining - it's all come out pretty tasty so far (save for the chicken capri, which I forgot to rub with garlic powder prior to cooking and was tragically bland). I've been behaving myself pretty well with free meals, too ... driving down Lindsey the other day, it occurred to me that I cannot remember the last time I had fast food. No McDonalds, no Arby's, no Wendy's ... the closest thing I've had to "fast food" is the odd Subway sandwich. It's an oddly gratifying feeling; I mean, for a while there, the Arby's on Lindsey knew my usual. That's always a bad sign.
I'm still loving my GA work, I've even been out shopping for more professional clothing to wear while advising; I'm not required to dress up, but I feel like I should a bit if I really want to make an impression. Also, as of today, my novel mentor Mel got the rough draft of my SR novel back to me! Which is why it's almost 3:30 am as I write this post: I find myself having a hard time focusing on anything else tonight. It's not a ton of changes, just a few pronoun confusions and some rephrasing for clarity's sake. Turns out I write with a lot of semicolons; who knew?
I've made a promise to myself this week - no walks. I have no means of figuring out precisely how long my routes are (trying to find a good iPhone app to track it, if anyone can recommend me one), and I think I'm cheating myself out of some butt-busting workouts without meaning to. This week, it's all Y, all the time: kickstep, Zumba, and maybe even a cycling class ... y'know, if I decide I'm up for that kind of self-flagellation, haha (honestly? I kinda miss Carla's cycling class! The bane of my workout schedule, and I'm really missing it). Wish me luck this week, guys ... I've tentatively scooted off my plateau, it's time to drop some serious weight!
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