Week 9 is actually Week 3 of the second challenge. I cannot believe we are already halfway done! The weeks are flying by. It’s that time of year for school though… testing, events, awards, graduation etc. So time may just be moving quickly from my perspective.
As fast as the time is going by, it hasn’t been all peaches and cream. If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram you know that this week wasn’t my easiest week mentally speaking. A big part of what I am consistently trying to accomplish is getting that trifecta of mind, body, and soul all in order and as healthy, healthy as they can be. Even though I was eating right, working out, and filling up on the Word, the “battlefield was in my mind” so to speak. I was so bogged down with thinking this was hard and not fair. “Why can’t I have a cheeseburger?” “Poor me!” “Boo-hoo.” It was really a matter of wanting to be able to indulge. Often times my wants push themselves way up in front of my needs and I have to settle my brain down and get them back in order and to the back of the line for now!
The truth is, the process is only as hard as I make it and it’s pretty much as fair as it can be. I’m the one who ate like a piglet for yeeeeeaaarrrss on end. And now I’m the one who has to do the work that will undo the damage.
So as far as “Why can’t I have a cheeseburger?” goes… Well Ms. Heather, you already had yours.
It took me a minute to get out of my funk. I did a quick Face-to-Face, realized how much progress I’ve made, and snapped out of it.
This is the picture I posted:
I said in my post “sometimes you just have to motivate yourself” and while that is true, this is why I love me some internets. I was already out of my mental hole when I posted it so it wasn’t a “poor me” post it was a “yay me!” post but people were so encouraging and lovely either way. (Troll free = Rare treasure on the web.) If you wrote me a message, clicked “like”, or double tapped that pic on insta, thank you so much! You brought such joy to my heart!! ♥♥♥ Encouraging words really do go a long way. A good word from one person can get me through a week! I’ll be riding cloud nine for some time after all the love that was poured out.
Aside from my little mental speed bump, I was MEGA FTDI this week! [Even though it was teacher appreciation week and there was food at every campus on Earth, I stayed away.] I kept the alarms set for meal times and guzzled that gallon Every. Day. As for the workouts, I didn’t do any doubles this week except for some
cardio walking around our complex, but I did 5 solid camp workouts.
Oh and here’s something. Music plays a big factor in how hard I work out. If I like the music I work out much harder because I’m enjoying myself. So when it’s always rock or rap I usually have to suck it up and push myself but TODAY!! Today whoever picked the station was an angel! It was all late 90’s Boy Bands and Britney. And that… is my jam! Mmmbop even played for a little bit. I was back in junior high all over again. SO. MUCH. FUN!
No other big news this week except that we grilled about 100 chicken breasts so we would have meat for the week and I got a day to myself on Sunday. Hooray!!
Here’s the big difference between Michael and me. This is a synopsis of our conversation on Sunday:
Michael: You’re going to be alone all day. Why don’t you call a friend and hang out?
Heather: Umm…I’m good!
M: But you’ll be all alone…
M: Okayyy are you sure?
H: Yup! I have big plans!! Church, some shopping errands, and I’m gonna read my book!
Michael always means well, but I’m an only child. I’ve been entertaining myself for 30 years. I love how he thinks though. He’s always concerned for me. I think it’s because when he has an alone day, he doesn’t love it the way I do. I can Netflix and chill all by myself and be happy, happy, happy about it.
One other thing to note: I have a doctor’s appointment this week and I’m actually really excited for it. I had a minuscule health scare last year. I say minuscule because, praise the Lord!, it ended up being nothing. But my OBGYN did tell me if I ever wanted to have babies (and I do!!) that I absolutely needed to lose weight. Period end of story. There was no way I was going to have success at the weight I was at. So even though I’m not ready get pregnant yet, I am super excited to show the doctor my progress! I think he will be proud. Surprised but proud. ((Tune in next week for his reaction.))
Ok, ok I’m rambling about things that do not concern anyone but me.
Let’s get to the point. The weigh-in.
SOOOOOO… As I stated earlier, this is the halfway mark. We have three weeks left to lose the remainder of 20 pounds.
Michael lost 3.5 pounds and I lost 5.8 pounds this week! For me, this totals to 12.7 pounds lost for the 2nd challenge and 43.1 pounds lost over all. I am so close to being at my wedding weight. Just about 7 pounds to go! The difference is I’m much more fit this time around. Next time I go home to the Valley, I want to try on my wedding dress so I can see how it fits now. I think it would be really cool if once Michael and I get to our healthy weight we renew our vows and have a fun party all over again. Only this time, we’ll be smokin’ hot! We’re celebrating 3 years of marriage in November. So maybe at the 5 year mark? Something to consider…
Anyway… time for glamour shots!
The thing with these photos is I never alter them. No cropping, no filtering, no adjustment of lighting. Naranjas. I give Alicia or Suzanne my phone and they take one shot. And if it’s good, it’s good. If not, too bad. That’s still what I’m posting. It’s real life. And real life is not always cute but it’s honest.
One of the more amusing aspects of The Camp is that they take pictures of us during every. single. workout. And then they post them on Facebook for the world to see. At first, I would untag everything. I hated those pictures. They never seemed to get a good angle. (Clearly untrained photographers) I always looked like I was about to die or like I was pissed off. (Both are probably true.) But now, I just don’t care. I’m definitely not one of those girls that leaves the gym looking like she didn’t sweat a drop with every strand of hair in place. I am tomato face red, dripping in sweat, and hair is a mess every day. I have come to terms with that. The pictures that get posted just make me laugh now. I mean they are real horrible unless we’re posing. So I’ll leave you with the few of the most recent ones.