I’m halfway through Week 10 of P90X. Since it’s a 12-week program, that means I’m almost done! I haven’t been perfect, but I read somewhere that if you stick to your training program about 90% of the time, that’s pretty damn good. I’m paraphrasing, of course.
I feel like my overall fitness has improved through the program, and I can see a difference in my arms – there’s some actual definition there!
Unfortunately, I haven’t really lost much weight. Weight loss is about 80% diet and 20% exercise, so – given my eating habits of late – it’s no surprise that I haven’t seen good news on the scale.
Last weekend my parents visited, which was quite enjoyable. However, we ate out for every meal while they were here. You know how when people you are dining with are eating dessert it’s harder to refrain yourself? Yeah, I had an ice cream sundae on Saturday and cake on Sunday… after mostly unhealthy meals…
Then on Monday, my husband and I went to DC; he had a business meeting on Tuesday and I have a friend who lives nearby who I spent the day with. Of course, this friend has been perfecting her homemade cupcakes for theca last few months and I coerced her into bringing me some. I ate two. They were delicious.
Wednesday was back to normal. I went grocery shopping (for the first time in about three weeks!) so we finally had food to cook. I should really try to be better at keeping the house stocked with food; it’s much easier to rationalize eating out or ordering in when there’s not much food available to cook.
I’ve been trying to be good about my eating for the last bunch of days, but that one week was pretty detrimental: On Friday I weighed 174 – a heartbreaking increase from 171 from the week prior. Even though I worked out every day that week, my food intake was so bad that I still gained three pounds. Ridiculous.
I’m not sure why I keep doing this to myself. Two steps forward; two steps back.
Unless those three pounds weren’t legitimate and I’m magically down to 170 this week, getting down to 164 by my birthday is going to be a stretch. I’m not willing to call it yet – I still have about a month left – but it’s not going to be easy. I need to get back on my game and start trying harder.
Here goes nothing!
