OMG, (oh my goodness), what a weekend.
For those of you following my blog, I have been participating in a biggest loser challenge at my local gym. The act of signing up for this public display and commitment to losing weight and getting healthy was a catalyst for my journey. I signed up a week after the challenge officially started but I didn't care. I just wanted the challenge.
It was a great experience overall but what a weekend. Let me tell you my story...
I have been doing well and as of two weeks ago, I found out I was in the lead of the challenge, this made me very happy indeed. I have stuck to my plan of eating well and exercising and have loved the changes and benefits it has provided to me. When I got the taste of being " a winner " I have to admit I was pumped. I really didn't have many obstacles in my way except for a weekend away shopping. I counted my calories and worked out but while I was away the intense execise suffered. At the end of the second last week I didn't lose any weight which was strange. I worked hard overall and saw the change in the clothes I was wearing but the scale was not budging. I vowed this last week to push HARD. This motivation and the encouraging words from my sister Ricki and Shane really gave me the added incentive to not give up.
I cut back on some calories and worked out twice as hard. All was going well. I lost 3 pounds in 5 days, which is what I wanted to see. Then when I woke up yesterday I had lost 2 more, I was down 35 pounds in total, I was stoked!!! I firmly believe that sleep along with monitoring calories and doing exercise is important so I made a point of going to bed at my normal time but sleeping in. It worked! I was so pumped I tried on my target jeans, the hippy ones in size 12 and ,,,, they fit! I was on cloud nine all day. That being said I stuck to the plan yesterday. I also had to plan for a jewelry party today so I was cleaning like a mad woman. By the time I started my official workout last night I was pooped. I did a biggest loser bootcamp session and the treadmill for 45 min (plus a 45 walk in the afternoon) and I was done, I was so tired I could barely move my legs. I made a decision that even though my sister was here for the night, I wanted to get to bed for a good night sleep in anticipation for a great weigh in today.
I had a terrible sleep. And when I woke up, I had gained 2 pounds! WTF, what's with that, I was stunned!!! I tried to pee more, I tried to poo, I took the dog for a 40 minute walk to get the body functions moving, it didn't work. I cried when I walked, I could not believe after all this work and coming so close I would not win. I dried my tears and sucked it up. I knew the reward was how I had changed but to some so close.
I went in for the weigh in. Then the next blow hit me; I was two pounds higher on the gym scale. WTFF! My scale and the gym scale have been on target the entire challenge. I kept my head high and left the gym but on the drive home cried again. After a lot of self talk, I got myself composed and focused on the weight lose overall and the health benefits. When home I worked on the last preparation for the party and told my story to my son. After a while he said, why don't I go and weigh myself again, maybe the scale was wrong? I weighed myself at home and sure enough I was lower so after two hours of pondering this, I called the gym to ask if I could weigh in again. They said that was fine. I didn't know really what to expect but I knew I needed to do this for myself. I would be really pissed off if I lost for some % that was in the end measured by a pound. I felt if I came in second because of some small number I would not forgive myself. I drove to the gym and asked God for his guidance and support.
I went in and sure enough the scale was 2 pounds different from earlier! The first weigh in was wrong, even the trainer didn't believe it. That was the best for me, I was right, I was proud of myself for calling and going back. It could have been really embarrassing but I had to be satisfied that I had done EVERYTHING I could. I got home and got ready for the party, in my snazzy jeans and felt great.
Then to my surprize, I checked my email after the jewelry party and WOW, I won!!! I WON...
I lost .2 % more than my gym buddy Sheila! Only .2% but that could have worked either way. That could have been me if I didn't listen to others and my gut. I was so happy I cried. What an emotional roller coaster. I know some of you can't relate to this or maybe see my reaction as petty, but for me, it was a real goal to be #1 once in the challenge, for ME. So it's done, I am celebrating with a bowl of carrots and low fat dip. On cloud nine.....
The morals of the story:
- don't give up
- never quit
- believe in yourself
- think positive