Commericial Break

My body is changing. Finally! I notice definition in my arms from the weight-lifting. My waist-line is getting trimmer. Of course the shoe box fat square is still there. It might be a thinner box though. It'll be the last thing to go so why worry. My legs are stronger too. For once I can go to my FIT class after the former FIT class has passed. I still have muscle tightness, but I LOVE that feeling.

My body is definately different from this interval working out than just the running program I did years ago. I feel stronger now. Could I run as fast as I did back then? I don't know, haven't tried. I really have no desire to run like that again. Pushing myself past my limit is what brought on more and more injuries. That shouldn't happen again, because I don't have a desire to sign up for anymore 5k's, 10k's or half marathons.

Oh, visceral fat....you bastard

I've been researching visceral fat. Visceral fat is my shoe box like fat I carry on my midsection. I finally found the tape measure (underneath a dresser in the boy's room) and measured my waist. It's not pretty. It's actually quite ugly. 35.5" inches. In layman's terms my midsection is obese. I measured my hips since I had my clothes off and they are 36". I seem to be a body-type freak.

On the bright side I did lose another 2lbs. Well the scale showed a loss on Sunday. For all I know I could be 2lbs heavier today.

Worked my butt off in a "Fit" class. Burpees, jumping lunges (each leg) and broad jumps for reps of 10 each down to 1. I got to 4 each and felt the muscles in my legs giving out so I ended the routine with stretches. Thankfully I wasn't the only one who quit early.

Food is good. Exercise is good. Life is actually good. I'm thinking of taking my zoloft down a level. I feel that good. Even with my visceral fat being in a bad zone...I'm feeling quite fine.

A box

I've been checking out my stomach. Actually I'm obsessed with the fat that is there. It's a strange fat. I don't have fat all around my mid-section. It seems to me that I have an adult shoe box within my stomach cavity. It's a square looking fat. I also have a rather large belly button. You can see said belly button through my wicky wear. The fat is pliable when sitting down. Standing up it looses it's pliability. I'm pretty firm underneath my breasts. Not so much in the area of the large belly button. Hmmm.

I am developing a stronger core. Not that it helps with the shoe sized box of fat. I seem to be the only one in the gym with this shoe box fat. (there are some with the tire of fat) I really don't care too much anymore. Maybe I look pregnant. Probably do.

I quit the scale. I really did. It's pointless. It pisses me off too much. Yesterday I did a kick-ass lower body workout with a killer old-school stairmaster routine. I know the scale would show a 2lb gain from a muscle gain. I don't need to see it in black and white.

Seriously

I have been sick for close to three weeks. (side note: I finally went to the doctor and received antibiotics and cough medicine for the bacterial infection and touch of bronchitis I had....I am feeling much better!) Ok so for at least the past one (1) week I haven't had much solid food. I've been living on green tea with lemon, a protein shake (or 2) a day and saltines. Friday, I finally had some egg salad, whole wheat toast, a cookie, turkey chilli and half a brownie. This morning before I go to the gym I decide to weigh myself. I haven't lost one fucking pound! What is up with that? I didn't expect to see a 5lb loss or anything that drastic, but a 2lb loss would of been nice. Let's not even get into the bowel movement I had this morning from having real food 24 hours earlier.

Well at least I'm pissed off. I see a serious workout in the next hour.