Fitness update
Kevin had to run and get eggs for our pumpkin waffles, otherwise I never post here on the weekend while he's here. I will start getting back to comments once I'm in the right mind space. Hopefully that's soon. I'm just on edge until I hear back about the unemployment. It's hard to focus on much else.
But some good news is needed. The weekend is good, though I was a bit mopey last night. We were in lazy beast mode this morning and finally cooking breakfast at 2 pm. We did get up and workout together though. My brutal Pilates workout kicked his butt, it's not puny stuff that's for sure. He was amazed at how hard it was and how much we sweated. We both feel good now though.
As mentioned before, since I'm strength training, my weight isn't changing much. My diet is mostly good all week and we are doing better than we had been on the weekends. Much better.
Body wise, what am I seeing? I haven't been measuring myself (nothing to measure with) and I'm not basing it on weight loss (though I do check, and since I've stayed stagnant while seeing muscle growth, that tells me I lost fat. Yay!)
My thighs are tighter. I love the feel of the lean muscle and feeling the difference. I wear loose skirts and dresses and I'm a bad judge of if my clothes fit looser anyway, but last night I put on this night gown I bought a month ago without trying it on. It hugged my stomach tightly and made me feel gross. Last night? It hung loose around my tummy and fit the way it was supposed to. Also, my bras fit looser. Which for a girl who's never less than a double D cup, that's not exactly a bad thing. It's more or less around than the cup size, which I have a small rib cage when I'm in shape and I think I'm getting back to that.
My stomach feels tighter too. I'm pleased. I'm very pleased with myself actually. Previously I was a size 4, but had flab because I was losing muscle along with fat. I did cardio, I ran and followed a strict diet, but I didn't have the muscle like I do now. It feels better like this.
Working out and being active always makes me a happier person. If this is only after a couple weeks (one of which was bumped up in intensity), it makes me excited how much better it will get. I love knowing I'm taking care of my body and doing something that's so good for it. I love being healthy.
I just caught a rag on fire while pulling the bacon from the oven. I should leave the breakfast cooking to my sweetie (I am the baker and can cook dinner just fine. Breakfast? I almost burn the place down).
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