KMFBA Goodbye--Week #3

A day late, as is my custom, but yesterday, I was sure I would not live til today, so it hardly mattered what my weight loss stats were. Plus, since I was too sick to leave the house, I could not weigh on the right scale to find ut what the deal was.

Today, I am still dying, but needed new medicine, so I ran by the gym to weigh. I was not sure what to expect.

I busted my ass last week working out on Tuesday and Wednesday. Wednesday was a very big deal, as I did two spinning classes straight through, and did all the challenges. That is 80 minutes of spinning. In the intermediate class, they do much longer intervals of climbs, which I call the stand-up parts. The most I ever did in beginner class was 45 seconds. On Tuesday, I managed to do four different one-minute stands ups during the 60 minutes of work I did.

I was very proud of me, and the teacher noticed it--in fact, he pointed it out. On Wednesday, the intermediate class was full and I felt a little guilty about taking a spot if I did not intend to do it all. Plus, people look at me. I dont like that but it is good for me. Most of the people in that class, are racers and serious about biking--not just fat chics like me. And Barry knows them all cuz he races with them and trains with them sometimes. That is even more embarrassing but also shames me through it.

So on Wednesday, I did THREE-MINUTE stand-ups. The set was three minute, two minute then one minute, then back up again. I did two full sets. In fact, I did everything the class offered -every single thing. Sure, I got a little dizzy sometimes, and my feet went numb, but I was not about to let that stop me. I did not cramp at all and somehow I got that weird eupohoria thing I get around the 30 minute mark and was able to keep doing it.

It was AWESOME

I intended to do it again on Thursday , but I got distracted having some social life---which might mean either I am a drunk or not an exor-exic after all-so no exercise at all. Plus, in addition to all that beer, I ate regular food instead of watching myself. Very bad.

Shit happens though. On Friday, I had Pizza Hut buffet, but did not eat as much as usual. My Friday hard class that I was looking forward to was cancelled due to illness, which I heard before I went to the gym, so it was a real struggle to get me in the building. BUT I WENT! That is a big deal for me. Throwing off my schedule so that I am allowed to think about it is always my downfall. I did not do a lot while I was there-- 150 crunches, and about 25 minutes of weight machines, but I had not done machines in a while so that was better than nothing.

Saturday morning, I went to the gym at 11 and rode the bike for 30 minutes. Then I cooked some carrots and green beans to eat before I worked the horse show all day, at which I normally eat the shit out of some hot dogs with pickle relish. However, that was a bust. I was not feeling well at all, and by the time I got home, I was sick as a dog--standing out in the thirty degrees with a fever for 7 hours is not advised. So no eating that day to speak of--a bowl of chili and the veggies.

Sunday was the same. I mostly slept all day--in fact, I slept 19 hours out of 24. When I went to bed Sunday nite at 11---a full 3 hours before normal, I slept 15 more hours. I made myself eat yesterday, for fear that I would screw up my metabolic roll, and ended up going over, but that is ok.

All that brings me to today when I went to weigh. I thought I probably lost a little, but since there had been no exercise since Wednesday, I was worried.

I had my usual struggle with that damn scale that is schizophrenic. I gave up on that one, as it seemed to be talking crazy. I am afraid to believe it when it gets all crazy.

I gave in and tried the downstairs one which is out in public, so I have never used it. Mom has though and says it is two pounds heavier than upstairs. There was no one there, so I got on it---and holy balls, it says I had lost EIGHT POUNDS. And if it is two pounds heavy, that is a total of 10 in one week

While that sounds insane, and I am afraid to beleive it, I have so much to lose that its not out of the question. Not eating fast food, not drinking more than once a week, and working so hard may finally be catching up.

That is a total of 23 pounds.

Holy shit.