I feel like I have lost my "weigh." I cannot see my "weigh" through this rut that I am in. I cannot decide if I am on a slippery slope of destruction, or hitting a bump in the road on my "weigh" towards achieving my goals. Where is my plan? Where is my diligence? Where is my follow through?
I wrote about breaking that glass ceiling. I planned to make a change and set things in a forward motion once again. I envisioned myself leaping at a 100 pounds lost. I lost my "weigh."
I could list the excuses, but that helps nothing.
Work, Relay, family, friends, birthday, life...What are they if I am not at my best?
I have put nearly 10 pounds back on just in the last 3 weeks. Wake up Ryan. You need you.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Glass Ceiling at 90?
Plateau: high elevation, low relief
I remember that definition from my 8th grade Social Studies class. I thought it was odd to have a definition in which I would need to look up another word to know what it meant. Who, besides Geologists, uses the word relief to mean variations in elevation for an area of earth? Yeah, that's what it means.
Today, plateau for me is defined by the number 90. As in, I have been down 90 pounds since June. My progress to get to 90 was fast and furious! 90 pounds in seven months, and it felt like I could lose 100 by the end of July. Then over the summer a few things happened. I am guessing these things can explain the plateau. I started hiking about once a week, which started to rebuild muscles in my legs that had been dormant for quite sometime. My John Deere riding lawnmower broke down and my Dad loaned me a push mower, with no drive feature, to use on my acreage. Pushing that Toro over molehills and holes started to build muscles in my chest, shoulders and back that have not been used since my football playing days.
We've all heard that muscle weighs more than fat, so I was assuming that I was losing fat and gaining muscle. The ideal situation for someone trying to be more healthy. But seeing that same number for days, weeks and months starts to grind at that part of the brain that motivates me to keep going. Am I not eating healthy enough? Is all of this effort worth staying at the same weight? Do I stop hiking just so I see that number change? Do I have balance in my habits?
School started for me in the middle of August, and I felt that this is my chance to get back into my consistent eating habits. My meals will be more planned out, and at similar times each day. My body will kick back into gear. This is what I need to get the ball rolling again.
Well if you read my last few posts, you saw that life reached hectic, high-stress-level-craziness. And I caught myself stress eating a few times. I am also giving myself, upon reflection, too many "free days." I have tickets to Huskies Football, and I tailgate with a great group of people. (Shout out to the Dawg Sled!) On those days, I allow myself to go over my calorie count. I mean OVER my calorie count! So at school, I feel like I am doing well, but I am not allowing myself to maintain that on weekends.
Life's struggles are hitting me right now. I need to refocus, and make a change. The good thing about a glass ceiling is, glass breaks. Look out below! Glass is gonna be falling soon!
I remember that definition from my 8th grade Social Studies class. I thought it was odd to have a definition in which I would need to look up another word to know what it meant. Who, besides Geologists, uses the word relief to mean variations in elevation for an area of earth? Yeah, that's what it means.
Today, plateau for me is defined by the number 90. As in, I have been down 90 pounds since June. My progress to get to 90 was fast and furious! 90 pounds in seven months, and it felt like I could lose 100 by the end of July. Then over the summer a few things happened. I am guessing these things can explain the plateau. I started hiking about once a week, which started to rebuild muscles in my legs that had been dormant for quite sometime. My John Deere riding lawnmower broke down and my Dad loaned me a push mower, with no drive feature, to use on my acreage. Pushing that Toro over molehills and holes started to build muscles in my chest, shoulders and back that have not been used since my football playing days.
We've all heard that muscle weighs more than fat, so I was assuming that I was losing fat and gaining muscle. The ideal situation for someone trying to be more healthy. But seeing that same number for days, weeks and months starts to grind at that part of the brain that motivates me to keep going. Am I not eating healthy enough? Is all of this effort worth staying at the same weight? Do I stop hiking just so I see that number change? Do I have balance in my habits?
School started for me in the middle of August, and I felt that this is my chance to get back into my consistent eating habits. My meals will be more planned out, and at similar times each day. My body will kick back into gear. This is what I need to get the ball rolling again.
Well if you read my last few posts, you saw that life reached hectic, high-stress-level-craziness. And I caught myself stress eating a few times. I am also giving myself, upon reflection, too many "free days." I have tickets to Huskies Football, and I tailgate with a great group of people. (Shout out to the Dawg Sled!) On those days, I allow myself to go over my calorie count. I mean OVER my calorie count! So at school, I feel like I am doing well, but I am not allowing myself to maintain that on weekends.
Life's struggles are hitting me right now. I need to refocus, and make a change. The good thing about a glass ceiling is, glass breaks. Look out below! Glass is gonna be falling soon!
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