I haven't posted much lately about my WW progress. And I have been asked (thanks, Kris!) so I figured this was as good of a time as any to update.
The last couple of weeks have been hard to stay on track.
12 hour days driving from field to field to dig holes in the middle of nowhere doesn't leave much room for staying on track diet wise. We eat what we can, when we can and it usually entails something pushed through your car window that is wrapped in paper to contain the grease.
My water intake was at a miserable minimum as well. I drank what I needed to wash the dust out of my mouth, the grit out of my teeth and to give me the energy to dig another pit. Many of those days, I was the only female in the group. The only female amongst the most conservative (and gentlemanly!) guys I have ever and will ever know. You put me and them out in the middle of this potato country and there's no question why I limit my water consumption. Until you live out West, you don't understand how you can stand next to a vehicle and see FOR MILES. Miles without a tree to squat behind or even a shrub to help conceal my business. In that case, I'll hold it as long as I can. Which means drinking about 20 ounces of water when in the company of these men.
My days at the gym have been limited too. That hasn't been such an issue though. The bruises smattering my arms and legs attested to the hard labor. Hauling 5-gallon buckets of soil halfway across a field; digging trenches 12" deep and 20' long; hoisting 50 pound burlap sacks of potatoes in the bed of a pickup -- yeah, that beats a gym workout any day.
Through it all though, I keep inching closer and closer to my goal.
In 6 weeks I've lost almost 11 pounds. I have 6 left to get to my goal weight, so I'm 2/3's of the way there.
With the loss of just over a single pound, my BMI will drop to a point that will no longer classify as overweight. For the first time in as long as I can remember I will be "normal". It's nice to see that looming so closely.
My thighs are getting smaller, just not at the same rate as other parts of my body. It's a start though. I know my body type and my thighs will always be bigger; they will never be playboy worthy. I'm sure they will always rub together when I walk, but that's okay, it will keep me warm in winter.
The last couple of weeks have been hard to stay on track.
12 hour days driving from field to field to dig holes in the middle of nowhere doesn't leave much room for staying on track diet wise. We eat what we can, when we can and it usually entails something pushed through your car window that is wrapped in paper to contain the grease.
My water intake was at a miserable minimum as well. I drank what I needed to wash the dust out of my mouth, the grit out of my teeth and to give me the energy to dig another pit. Many of those days, I was the only female in the group. The only female amongst the most conservative (and gentlemanly!) guys I have ever and will ever know. You put me and them out in the middle of this potato country and there's no question why I limit my water consumption. Until you live out West, you don't understand how you can stand next to a vehicle and see FOR MILES. Miles without a tree to squat behind or even a shrub to help conceal my business. In that case, I'll hold it as long as I can. Which means drinking about 20 ounces of water when in the company of these men.
My days at the gym have been limited too. That hasn't been such an issue though. The bruises smattering my arms and legs attested to the hard labor. Hauling 5-gallon buckets of soil halfway across a field; digging trenches 12" deep and 20' long; hoisting 50 pound burlap sacks of potatoes in the bed of a pickup -- yeah, that beats a gym workout any day.
Through it all though, I keep inching closer and closer to my goal.
In 6 weeks I've lost almost 11 pounds. I have 6 left to get to my goal weight, so I'm 2/3's of the way there.
With the loss of just over a single pound, my BMI will drop to a point that will no longer classify as overweight. For the first time in as long as I can remember I will be "normal". It's nice to see that looming so closely.
My thighs are getting smaller, just not at the same rate as other parts of my body. It's a start though. I know my body type and my thighs will always be bigger; they will never be playboy worthy. I'm sure they will always rub together when I walk, but that's okay, it will keep me warm in winter.
6 comments:
Woo Hoo! I'm so glad you're finally seeing results in your jeans and on the scales!
How much of the weight loss do you think is linked to WW and how much is just you? Curious if you think it's been worth the cost (if you're still doing it).
Great job! Send some of that motivation this way!
keep up the good work!
Congrats on your progress. I'm still looking for the miracle to make my hips/butt/thighs smaller, but I think no matter what I weigh, I'll always be amply endowed there.
WOW! That's great.
Great job! :)
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