So I just like... hate myself. I work my ass off and watch what I eat pretty closely at least 5 days a week (and the other days are no carnival) and, according to the scale, my weight just fluctuates. Up and down and up.
Godfuckingdammitisofuckingupset. I don't even want to think about it.
I dont want to be fat for graduation. Or dragon boat festival. Or Orlando. Or the summer. This is pictures and videos season and bathing suits season.
At least I feel good, I have no injuries or things holding me back from kung fu, I'm noticing an improvement muscularly and maybe aerobically. Last week was hard and humid so it's hard to say. This is the last week of the first month of boot camp so there will be a PT test this Friday. That should be fun. Even though I won't want to get up early I think I'll sign up for the rest of the summer to complete some fitness goals, like running and doing some kickass pushups.
Werd.
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Just remember, babe... muscle has mass too; it ain't just fat! You could well be gaining in beefular excellence as much or more than what you're losing in jiggly globosity. You should supplement your weighing with measuring, or let your pants be your guide.
ReplyDeleteSorry about the rage, though. I know well the feeling, and yea, it Sucks.