This week marks my first check-in with my coach. In all of the instructions, they mention not to worrying about the number on the scale, though I have to weigh in every day. One day I’m at 133.6, the next I’m at 131 and the next I’m back up to 133. I have been doing what I’m supposed to so I hope she sees something that I don’t during this check-in!
Today’s measurements are as follows:
Measurements from last week:
I also had to upload new pictures of myself so here those are. I don’t see much difference though JD said he could tell in my waist.
Being pasty as all get out, I have a big definition disadvantage to darker skinned people. My muscles don’t pop like they do on darker skin. I have embraced this fact about me and now it is completely working against me. That is what spray tan is for!
In last week’s post, I mentioned that we were entertaining guests and to stay tuned. It was a great time catching up with our friends and much needed! From a food perspective, snacks consisted of a veggie tray, hummus, and sweet potato/corn crackers and dinner was turkey and sausage tacos. Were I went wrong was the booze. Yes, I had drinks. Do I feel guilty about it? Not really. I made the conscience decision to do it so therefore I live with my choices- right, wrong or indifferent. I will say, one night of a few drinks reminded me how bad alcohol is for you. It was a good reinforcement if nothing else. I don’t plan on cheating often however, some times the occasion calls for it and if done responsibly it shouldn’t completely derail what I’m doing. It was a total bummer telling my coach that I did drink but hey, I’m only human!
I’ve been trying to incorporate walking Penny and Khaleesi about 2 miles every other day. Monday I was on a walk and noticed a mom pushing a stroller and a little boy walking in front. Knowing Penny’s past with young children especially in an heightened environment, we moved to the road to let them pass. All went well until I went to get back up on the curb to walk on the side walk. I didn’t step up high enough and the toe of my shoe caught. I fell to the ground on my right side what didn’t seem to be all that hard of a fall. Walking a little bit further, my hand started to swell. I had either broke some bones or sprained the fuck out of my fingers. The day after was the absolute worst from a straight up pain perspective. It was tight as a tick and so tender.
Shortly after it happened and I was home.
This was Tuesday afternoon. By the end of the night it was even worse. I did not take pictures of that.
I now have a splint for my middle finger and the pointer and ring finger are feeling a lot better though I still can’t put a lot of pressure downward. I have still managed to get my workouts in however, they aren’t the best and my hand hurts like sin afterword. JD will contest that I am one of the clumsiest people to the point that even my chiropractor told me I need more balance in my life. Oy Vie!
Next week I will update you all on my coach’s feedback. We are also going to an all inclusive baseball game Saturday so lets see how this goes! Until next time- GO CARDS!
You come by your “imbalances” honestly Katie! Can’t tell you how many times I didnt lift my foot high enough when stepping up! I’ve done it at home multiple times and more recently at Grandma’s. Luckily, (I think) someone was driving by her house just as I went headfirst into her front door! The nice couple jumped out of their truck and came and helped me up! They were from Missouri so I won’t have to see them again!
Just keep doin’ what you’re doin’ and you’ll get to your end goal!