Week 11 of Metabolic Prime is over, so I took some pictures of my progress today. I was sort of dreading them because I had a rough couple of weeks (Week 10 especially), and my Week 10 pictures showed it. Here is Week 10:
Week 11 seemed like it was going to be a continuation of Week 10, but toward the end of the week, I started to feel better. And I was pleased with my Week 11 pictures today.
Next week, I’ll put my Week 1 and Week 12 pictures together. 🙂
I officially weighed myself on Friday since I thought I wasn’t going to be home. I was up a pound, but we ended up coming home early, and I weighed myself this morning again, just to see: down a pound. LOL.
I also took measurements on Friday. I’d lost a a couple half inches here and there, or stayed the same. Same goes for Week 10.
Before I was done taking pics today, I decided to take a couple flexing pics. You can see them on my Facebook page. I was so pleasantly surprised. I’m so proud of myself for sticking with this challenge. I tend to get bored, and I didn’t get bored. I think I liked that every three weeks, the workouts changed.
But, I gotta say, the biggest thing I learned is that body composition is probably 80 percent nutrition and 20 percent exercise, so if you’re just getting started, start in the kitchen! You can’t just exercise the fat off.
That’s all for tonight. Too much to do; just wanted to check in! Hope you had a fun weekend and now…the week begins.
Did you know you can be any kind of runner you want to be at any moment in time?
It’s pretty wild.
Being a runner doesn’t mean you only do 5k races or ultramarathons. You don’t have to choose trails over asphalt. You don’t have to be a sprinter or a distance runner.
You can just be a runner and leave it at that.
Because there are going to be times when you don’t feel like hitting the track. And, there will be times you don’t feel like doing a 3-hour long run on a Sunday (can I get a “hell yes”?).
In the past, I’ve felt like I had to choose. Like I had to pick one camp.
But sometimes the other camp sounded more fun. They were laughing. They had a campfire with s’mores and everything! But I wanted to stay loyal to my camp even though we only had a loaf of bread because a bear had ripped open our cabinet and stolen our chocolate and marshmallows in the night (a true story from high school cross country camp; go Vikings!).
But, guess what? This is a free country! Or, it will be for a few more months anyway. Let’s not take advantage of that. Let’s not make up fake rules about what we can and cannot do–especially about running!
I don’t know about you, but a big reason I love to run is the freedom of it! For the love! Let’s not get trapped by the very activity that makes us feel like Maria twirling in the Alps!
Right now, I’m the kind of runner who hits the treadmill for sprints and totally skips her long runs. What about you?
I have this fantasy.
Don’t worry, it’s not something you would read in a nudie magazine or anything. No, it’s not even publishable actually. Not because it’s too racy. Simply because it’s too stupid.
My fantasy takes place via email.
I’m sitting at a shabby chic desk with my laptop open. Oh, by the way, I’m wearing a stylish blazer and a pair of ripped jeans. Think Liz Lemon, the star of many a fantasy.
I’m writing something hilarious and laughing at my spectacular sense of humor. Think Jim Carrey’s fantasy sequence in Dumb and Dumber.
Why are my fantasies so unsophisticated?
Anyway, as I’m writing an email comes in. It’s a big publisher and they want to give me a book contract! They read my blog! There’s an advance and everything!
And then I wake up and check my email: five new coupons at Gymboree and some creeper I don’t know who wants to be my friend on Goodreads.
By the way, I HATE MY FANTASY. IT’S NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN. I WISH IT WOULD JUST GO AWAY.
If a fantasy is something that you want to actually happen, then that must mean I want to write a book? Why am I waiting around for some fake person to give me permission to write it? I don’t need to publisher. Not in the age of Amazon.
It occurs to me that writing and running are a lot alike.
I also have an ultramarathon fantasy where I actually run one…and win. (Can’t you just let me have this?)
The thing is, and sorry to break this to you, but you can’t just magically have a book appear on your computer or cross the finish line of an ultra.
YOU HAVE TO DO THE WORK.
DO THE WORK.
On second thought, maybe I’ll just watch some 30 Rock.
PS: I just started reading Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert. I hope I learn many card tricks!
Other books to check out:
The most annoying thing in the world is when your husband is right.
Am I right?! (Let me answer that: Yes.)
Ugh. What’s even worse is when my husband is right about something that has to do with ME. I mean, who does he think he is talking sense and stuff? The nerve!
Last night, we were talking about our health and fitness goals. He’s been kicking some butt being more mindful about his nutrition and moving more, and he’s making steady progress. I’m super proud of him, but…I still don’t want him to be right.
So we were chatting and I was whining about figuring out my nutrition: Why is it so hard? Why can’t my HEC (Hunger, Energy and Cravings) just be in check all the time?
(By the way, I just want to say a special thanks to my period for throwing everything off and totally messing with me. So great! I love being a girl!)
Anyway, my husband asked me why I wanted to get lean anyway. I gave him my standard answer: to get lighter and faster for running.
You know how sometimes you say something out loud and it doesn’t quite sound right? In your head, it’s totally fine. Makes total sense. But out loud…it sounds a little…off?
That’s what happened when I gave my answer. And, because my husband, annoyingly pays attention to stuff (and reads this blog–hi, hon), he then said: But you aren’t really running anymore.
Um, yeah. Okay. Good point. Touché.
I then stumbled through a few explanations about why I wanted to get lean and gain muscle, and none of them sounded super great. In fact, I’m too embarrassed to even write them down here because most of them had to do with aesthetics and my own insecurities and vanity.
The point is, he was freaking right! See? So annoying!
My “why” for getting healthy and fit is that I want to age well. I want to be healthy and strong as I get older. I want to be in good health so I can enjoy life for a long time.
But my “why” for getting lean isn’t clear. So, I will be working on figuring that out in some future posts.
I gotta get this right.