Seven is my favourite number, and this week I hit a big milestone on the scales. I've now dumped something like 15.8kg since December last year and over 25kg in total since moving to Aussie. Now that's exciting! I've only got 17.7kg to go to my original goal weight of 70kg, and to be honest, I'm thinking I could go a wee bit lower. I dunno, I'll see how I look and feel in 7.7kg time and then make a decision.
What I'm trying to avoid is looking as skeletal as when WW set my goal weight at 62kg about ten years ago. On my frame, that means virtually no muscle - not ideal when you're a triathlete and personal trainer. I don't want to lose my muscle, I've spent the past two years acquiring it and I've worked bloody hard to get it! I can definitely be leaner - although size 16 stuff is starting to hang off me, and that's because of all the tri training (biking specifically) and general running around I do all day and half the night now.
Because I work four nights a week, I'm running around or standing when I used to sit on my fat white butt on the sofa, in front of the TV. It's hard to stuff junk down your own throat when you have awesome clients to train, work in a gym and don't get dinner breaks on the shorter shifts. I'm eating the bulk of my fuel for the day before 1pm, which means that I have plenty of time to burn it off.
And, I don't eat junk anymore. Sure, I'll have my fortnightly fix of Lindt Milk Balls (I buy the three pack on payday and that's IT for the next two weeks), and very occaisionally I'll have a Kebab (which I bring home, microwave the meat to get the fat out of it, never have fatty sauces on, and have them hold the cheese so I can add my own low-fat cheese when I get home). Heck, it's about substitution. Why eat one bought something with a billion calories and ten billion grams of fat, when you could make it yourself and have possibly a bigger serving with half the fat and calories?
And on the subject of calling this exercise "weight loss" - I don't like the connotation of saying I've "lost" x kg. I have no intention of ever finding it again, so I'm going with "dropped" or "dumped" or "dropkicked". I don't want to go back out looking for that flab! I don't want it to find me either. I'm hardly going to go and file a missing person's report for 25kg - it's never coming back!
In other news, my shoulder is still causing me major issues. My physio told me on Friday that she wants to send me off to a sports doc for cortisone injections, and that I'll be lucky to do Yeppoon. Far out. I've had a chat with my coach and the best option we can come up with is to go find a good sports doc and get a second opinion on what they think is wrong and what events they think I can do. Until then, I'm back on dry land.
Boo hiss.
