That’s what John calls me. The scale blipped up 1/2 a pound yesterday and John said that he would be banging his head against the table. I’m kind of past that at this point. In the past week I have done:
40 miles of outside biking, 10 miles of running, 10 miles of walking, 50 laps in the pool, 30 miles on the stationary bike, 3 strength training workouts (25-30 minutes each), ate well, took 1 complete rest day. My GoWear fit had me in a deficit all week, and the result was a 1/2 pound gain.
The math does not add up. It just doesn’t. It’s not muscle gain, you don’t gain that much in a week. Could be water retention, but I’ve been stuck for quite a while.
Most days I kind of laugh about it, but yesterday it really bothered me. John thinks I should be studied, if science could harness the seeming creation of energy from nothing, it would solve global warming LOL!
Anyway, I’m just bitching a bit. I am stressed from being really busy right now for the next few days (and I ended up snacking extra yesterday… way to handle that, Lori).
I know that this training for the triathlon is going to make my body a little funky and I don’t want to worry about weight loss while I do this, but it is a habit that is really hard to break.
All said and done, John was a great comfort because he pointed out that even if I never lose another pound, I should not lose sight of my achievements thus far. Sometimes I kind of forget to think about that. I am coming up on a year of maintaining at least 100 pound weight loss, which is no small feat. And if it means that I will “only” be a size 8, I can live with that.
On another front – I have a fresh pot of basil planted on the back porch. I can’t wait for pesto!