Day 15 of the Shred I am happy to report that I feel stronger. I keep up with Natalie except where she cheats on the aerobic component where my poor, abused, 47 year old knees betray me and I am forced to do the low impact version that Anita does. It’s okay because I am in love with Anita’s abs and would love to go back to there. Yes, I once had abs like those…six pregnancies and a quarter of a century ago. They looked a lot like these abs that darling daughter #4 sports.
darling daughter
her mama today
Really, she got them from her mama! Um, yeah, sure. No really, the abs on the left, I have had them. Why else would I have gotten that silly navel piercing 12 years ago?
Trust me, she works hard for them too. Her coach trains her hard and tap and jazz dancing a couple hours four days a week works well for her. It’s nice to eat like Michael Phelps and kick ass against the 7th grade boys in PE too.
But enough about my progeny, this is about me and my shredding. Like I said before, day 15 of the Shred and I am feeling stronger. I am looking tighter too. The size 14 fat pants I bought post surgery this past October literally fall to the floor around my ankles so buh-bye to them. The size 12 jeans I would squeeze my fat ass into because I was too cheap to buy bigger sizes plus I couldn’t accept the fact I needed bigger sizes…well, they fit and they fit nicely fresh out of the dryer for about an hour or so. Then I need a belt. That’s kind of cool. I have one size 10 I hung on to and I can scarcely get them past my hips so size 12 it is…for now. My arms are looking good and I am glad for the milder, Spring-is-almost-here weather so I can rock some shorter sleeves. I’m feeling better mood-wise too which tells me the regular exercise is working well with the anti-depressants. It’s so nice to not spend my days and nights huddled up on the couch in my shapeless flannel jammies. I’m sure my circus act agrees with that because now there is room for some of them to join me on the couch! All in all the Shred added to the fitness program I started mid-February is working.
The scale?
The scale remains the same. I’m still down 9 pounds from when I began so I remain ahead of my plan to drop one pound a week but still… I could remind myself of the fact that muscle tissue is denser than fat tissue but then I hear Jillian start yelling about the evening snacking and the wine with dinner. Even if I still am meeting my daily calories goal, empty calories are empty calories. Then there is the fact that I am boosting my metabolism as I have cut the calories and my body is reacting as if I am some indigent tribal woman during times of famine.
“Oh my Gawd! The crazy lady is trying to starve herself!”, it screams. Silly body! We will not starve. There is more than enough fat to live off of here.
It’s a plateau of sorts. The body will adjust and I will keep on shredding. I’m halfway through 30 days and I am well on my way to my summer time goal.
darling daughter
her mama today
Really, she got them from her mama! Um, yeah, sure. No really, the abs on the left, I have had them. Why else would I have gotten that silly navel piercing 12 years ago?
Trust me, she works hard for them too. Her coach trains her hard and tap and jazz dancing a couple hours four days a week works well for her. It’s nice to eat like Michael Phelps and kick ass against the 7th grade boys in PE too.
But enough about my progeny, this is about me and my shredding. Like I said before, day 15 of the Shred and I am feeling stronger. I am looking tighter too. The size 14 fat pants I bought post surgery this past October literally fall to the floor around my ankles so buh-bye to them. The size 12 jeans I would squeeze my fat ass into because I was too cheap to buy bigger sizes plus I couldn’t accept the fact I needed bigger sizes…well, they fit and they fit nicely fresh out of the dryer for about an hour or so. Then I need a belt. That’s kind of cool. I have one size 10 I hung on to and I can scarcely get them past my hips so size 12 it is…for now. My arms are looking good and I am glad for the milder, Spring-is-almost-here weather so I can rock some shorter sleeves. I’m feeling better mood-wise too which tells me the regular exercise is working well with the anti-depressants. It’s so nice to not spend my days and nights huddled up on the couch in my shapeless flannel jammies. I’m sure my circus act agrees with that because now there is room for some of them to join me on the couch! All in all the Shred added to the fitness program I started mid-February is working.
The scale?
The scale remains the same. I’m still down 9 pounds from when I began so I remain ahead of my plan to drop one pound a week but still… I could remind myself of the fact that muscle tissue is denser than fat tissue but then I hear Jillian start yelling about the evening snacking and the wine with dinner. Even if I still am meeting my daily calories goal, empty calories are empty calories. Then there is the fact that I am boosting my metabolism as I have cut the calories and my body is reacting as if I am some indigent tribal woman during times of famine.
“Oh my Gawd! The crazy lady is trying to starve herself!”, it screams. Silly body! We will not starve. There is more than enough fat to live off of here.
It’s a plateau of sorts. The body will adjust and I will keep on shredding. I’m halfway through 30 days and I am well on my way to my summer time goal.