Here's the thing though: I have been doing strength training on my own every other day for almost two months. I have NEVER been this sore. I feel like I have been wasting time. I know that's not true because any calorie burned counts, but, damn, I wish I had shelled out for a Conrad sooner. I am about 4-5 good workouts away from fitting comfortably in the bathing suits of my dreams for Jamaica. Remember these sexy little things?
I have also started doing the Couch to 5K training program and signed up for a 5K on March 6. I hope to run the whole thing. It may take me 90 minutes, but I'm doing it!!!
On the weight loss front, I think I am starting to see a pattern. I tend to lose big (3-4 lb/week) for two weeks of the month and then I piddle around at .8-1 for the other two (if I don't gain .6). I am not going to obsess about how to make it consistent (read: I am going to think about nothing else for weeks). The point is that it is coming off.
When they said you lose between 1-2lbs a week with the lap band I, of course, thought, "Oh hell no! I am going to lose 4 every week and get to my goal in no time." I have a little problem with patience. I suppose if I really put my mind to it and tracked every single calorie and never gave into the cravings for cake and never had wine with friends, I could do that. But, I learned something pretty important over the last 4 months. Having a life is fun and oh so necessary. The self-imposed exile of obesity is no way to live just as the anal, obsessive, food nazi is no way to live either. So we come to my word of 2011. I have gone back and forth between patience and moderation. But, I think that patience is really what I need to focus on.
/ˈpeɪʃəns/ Show Spelled[pey-shuhns]–noun
an ability or willingness to suppress restlessness or annoyance when confronted with delay: to have patience with a slow learner.
quiet, steady perseverance; even-tempered care; diligence: to work with patience.
“The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.”--Tolstoy