I refused to get on the scale this morning because it’s the wrap up of Whoremone week and well, it wouldn’t be a good thing to do to my psyche. Water weight is a mean jerk.
Last time I checked in, I talked about how my clothes were fitting better and how I could run more. I’m pleased to report that is still the case!
Here’s the hard/fast numbers about how things are smaller and why my clothes are fitting better (and how some need to be retired even though I love them, see below.)
(Whoremone bloat not factored in, this is what it is at the time of writing this, all numbers are from the initial measurement to today.)
Waist – down 6″
Thighs – down 3″ (each)
Arms – down 1″ (each)
Hips – down 3″
Mile – 11:30 minute per 1 mile (down from 13:20 for one mile)
I can run for more than 30 minutes at a time with only short breaks for walking a bit to catch my breath (and the other day I ran 3.1 in 36:55). My hip flexor still is annoyed with me, but it doesn’t cry anymore (mostly).
Some days it takes some effort to convince me that I want to run or that once I’ve started I want to run further…but seeing those numbers above, it reminds me that it’s worth it and I can run one more song.
I’m not going to lie, I get really sick of the restrictions and having to track everything. When I do this, I give myself a break from it – even just for the day. Is this totally legit according to the plan? Not likely, but you know what? If I can make it work for myself more long term by doing so and not burning out, then hell, I’m going to do it.
Whatever works, right?
Photo from Pinterest.