One of my major goals this spring/summer is to get my arms visibly fit. I have good toning in my legs, and I think my abs are pretty toned too (we’ll see when I burn this fat off). My arms, however, are pretty much jelly, and that’s just because I’ve never really worked on them before.
What I want is links or suggestions for your favourite arm-toning exercises. I have no equipment whatsoever, no hand weights or anything like that, but I live close to the beach and could easily fill water bottles with sand or whatever to make my own weights, if that would help.
So what do you do to keep your arms in good shape?
Okay, I’ve had some fun and reblogged some stuff and caught up with all you lovelies and sent some love out… and now I need your love because it’s time to work and it’s going to be another mammoth day and DO. NOT. WANT. So I’ll probably be absent again most of the day, but you know I won’t be able to resist coming back this evening for a check-in.
In other news, I’m about to start my period and have reached Michelin levels of bloatedness. So that’s extremely attractive and makes me feel so feminine.
Inbox me if you need a friend, I promise not to publish it if you ask me to answer you privately. See you guys tonight, have a great day!
This morning I was thinking about the sentiment of “don’t worry, one unhealthy meal won’t ruin everything” (a common theme of late for image macros), and how it fits into the context of my experiences over the past couple of weeks. While I understand that it’s not good to beat yourself up over a single unscheduled slip-up, at the same time I think it can be a slippery slope between “just one unhealthy meal” and “just one more unhealthy meal.”
As you probably already surmised, after more than a week of unhealthy eating followed by a promise to “start eating clean again on Sunday,” on Sunday I had a willpower crisis involving cheeseburgers. I prevailed on that occasion and had grilled fish and salad instead, and I’ve been on a real psychological high since then. Also, staying on track that one day has motivated me to stay on track on subsequent days. I’m doing really well at the moment.
The issue with me (as I suspect is the case with anyone who is more than, say, 50 pounds overweight) is that “don’t worry, it’s just one unhealthy meal” is the excuse we always use (or used to use). It’s the thing that has helped us rationalise constant overeating for months on end, or even years. So for people like me, “it’s okay, it’s just one meal” is not a particularly helpful thing for me to be telling myself, or for others to be telling me. It’s enabling, and it’s pretty much what led to my physical self-destruction. It seems innocent at first, but eventually it becomes, “oh, who cares, what difference will one more unhealthy meal make?”
I have no magically profound point to make, just wanted to throw this out there for anyone who is excusing their own chronic overeating in this way (or letting others excuse it for them) and maybe needs a wake-up call. If I’d stopped myself from saying “don’t worry, it’s just one unhealthy meal” fifteen years ago, I probably wouldn’t be in the state I’m in now.
I feel so great this morning! I was tempted to make some seriously unhealthy choices yesterday, and for once I didn’t give in to the temptation. That’s almost entirely thanks to the support of tumblr friends like YOU. Yes, you.
In summary -
Cheeseburgers and lounging around: said no;
Salad and grilled fish and workout: said yes.
I woke up this morning and my first thought was, thank god I don’t have to start over today because of bad decisions yesterday.
I’d told myself I wasn’t going to shop for clothes until I was somewhere near my UGW, because if I buy clothes while I’m at a transition weight, either (A) they won’t fit for very long and it’ll be a waste of money, or (B) I’ll feel like since I spent the money on clothes that fit my current size, I should stay at this weight for a while. Nobody wants that.
I was in one of my favourite clothing shops today, because I figured it doesn’t hurt to LOOK, right? this particular shop sizes up to 50, and I generally wear a 48 or 50 in their sizes. So I found this one shirt that was really cute, and they were two for €8, which is ridiculously cheap. I looked through the rack and found a 48, and when I held it up the sales associate shook her head and said, “that’s too big.”
I told her that I normally wear a 48 or 50, but that I’d been losing a little weight, so I figured 48 would be more appropriate than 50. She said, “I think you’re about a 42.”
NO. Seriously, I know you think flattering me will get you a sale, but I am not a 42.
She found a 42 and held it up and then told me to go try it on.
So I did.
AND IT FIT. WTAF.
Aghhghgh so I broke my rule and bought two, one in brown and one in blue. It’s just €8, whatever. And now I have two cute summer shirts that aren’t either gigantic on me or still too tight. And they’re those peasant-style shirts, so I think they’ll look good even when I’m much smaller. If not, I’ll just wear them this one summer and then give them away. It’s hard to say no to such a great deal.
Aaaaaaand then I said what the hell and also bought a new lounge outfit to wear around the house. Stretchy yoga-type pants and a v-neck t-shirt. I bought those from another shop, and at my former size I couldn’t even buy clothes at that shop, because their biggest size was too small for me. The stuff I bought today was their L, not even the XL. Okay, the outfit is tight, fine. I did that on purpose because I’m going to “grow into it” - i.e. as I get smaller it’ll fit better and better. It fits now, it’s just really tight. I’ll take before photos tomorrow.
So… I’m happy! More and more clothing options are opening up to me! A year ago at this time I was only able to shop at specialty fat shops (i.e. palace of lady-tents), or shops that had a separate plus size section (which is almost unheard of here). Now I can shop at quite a few places.
Ultimate goal: be able to shop anywhere and find something that fits.
I love them, don’t get me wrong, but I’m glad to be on my own again and getting back on track. It starts today. Goal one: do something about this water retention. We ate so much high-sodium food, it’s not even funny. Today: no salt, lots of water.
Ah, the house guests are leaving today and I am SO. READY. to get back to normal. I won’t lie, it’s been fun chain-eating from restaurant to restaurant, but as you can imagine it has wreaked havoc on my weight loss progress. But today is a new day and the Temptation Twins are going home, so I can go back to eating more sensible meals.
I know this is long, but I wanted to share in case anyone else is going through the same thing and this might help them put two and two together.
I get frustrated sometimes with posts where people talk about having slipped up on their eating habits for a week or two, and omg they gained like TWO POUNDS.
If I slip up, I can gain two pounds in a matter of hours. And I’m not talking about sitting in a chair eating a gallon of ice cream with a serving spoon - I’m talking about simply eating what everyone else at the table is eating, the same portion sizes everyone else is eating. You know, like a normal person. If I do that for seven days, I gain anywhere between ten and fifteen pounds. Not exaggerating. And it’s not just water weight, I have to work like a fiend to get it off again, which usually takes about a month.
Those image macros that say “one stray meal won’t ruin your progress” annoy me because I’m like CLEARLY YOU HAVE NEVER MET ME.
I have been to the doctor and there is nothing glandular going on that she can find. My thyroid and everything else seem to be functioning normally. I don’t have PCOS or any other condition that would indicate crazy weight gain problems. But she admits that it doesn’t seem normal, which nearly made me cry with relief because every other doctor I’ve been to has said some variation on “you’re just eating too much,” which I know for a fact isn’t true.
There is a small light at the end of this tunnel, though - in 2005 I lost more than 60 pounds for no apparent reason. I didn’t work for it, I didn’t change my diet or exercise… it just melted off, as if by magic. At the time I didn’t question it, because I was just so happy. Then, at the beginning of 2008, it started packing back on again, and again there was no reason that I could discern.
Well, a few days ago, a friend of mine (who also happens to be a doctor) asked if I had ever made a chart comparing my weight patterns against changes in my Pill prescription. I’ve been on the Pill since I was 16 (I’m 39 now), and since I didn’t gain any weight for the first six years or so of being on hormonal birth control, when I finally did start gaining weight it never occurred to me that the pills could be a contributing factor.
So I made the chart like she suggested, which involved digging back through years of both digital and paper journals, and finding out exactly when my pill prescriptions were modified. I have weight charts dating back through my teenage years, so that info was already ready to go.
And… there are some interesting coincidences. When I first started gaining weight near my mid-20s, apparently the month before my weight started going up, I got switched from one pill to another (I failed to record the names of the respective pills). I never made the connection that the pill change might have triggered the weight gain.
Fast forward to 2005: right before my mammoth mystery weight loss, according to my journal, I’d seen my doctor and he had switched me from one triphasic pill to another that was more in my price range (i.e. cheaper). Again, when the weight started coming off, I never made the connection that the pill change might have had something to do with it.
At the beginning of 2008, guess what? The company that manufactured my triphasic pills stopped making them, so my doctor switched me to the monophasic I’m on now (Microgynon). And that change, to the very week, matches up with when I started gaining weight again. HOW DID I NOT SEE THAT.
Then I started looking up women’s experiences with Microgynon, and was overwhelmed with the number of women who said it made them gain significant amounts of weight, and that when they changed to another pill or stopped taking the pills entirely, the weight came off again.
Anyway, I mentioned this over the phone to my doctor, and she agrees that there may be something to it, and since I’m not sexually active and don’t plan to be, there’s no reason not to try going off the Pill and seeing what happens. If I start losing weight easily again, I’ll probably feel two things: one, frustration that I spent the last fifteen years struggling with fat issues for a reason that could have been avoided; two, relief that I can finally sit down and enjoy a normal meal without knowing that it’s going to cause me to gain six pounds overnight.
So… I’ll be taking the last pill in my pack on Saturday, and then the following week I’ll have my period. Then I’ll be off the Pill for the first time since high school. I’m scared and excited and hopeful and everything else. I’ll keep you posted.
Good: The house guests are leaving a day and a half from now. I love them but they’ve been asking me to take them to restaurant after restaurant after restaurant, which has not be great for my overall eating patterns.
Bad: My fitness bestie deleted her tumblr and it makes me sad because I think she gave up on herself. I know she was struggling with a plateau and was having trouble with the patience aspect of waiting it out. I hope she makes another tumblr, because I don’t have any other contact info for her.