Okay so a coworker stopped by before lunch and asked if I’d lost more weight. I honestly didn’t know and told her so. But since I haven’t been 100% on plan in, oh, about two weeks, I seriously doubted it. She followed up with “Well you look different and it looks good on you.”
(By the way, I didn’t immediately launch into a tirade detailing everything that needs changing/improving and why I DON’T look good…though to think about it she didn’t actually say I looked good….ANYWAY the point is I simply said “thank you” and didn’t even roll my eyes and that’s a big breakthrough for me people)
So of COURSE when I finished my leg workout earlier (by the way, feel free to stop by and carry me to my car cause I’m not entirely certain I’ll be able to walk) I jumped on the scale at the gym. And was down four pounds from where I expected to be best case scenerio. FOUR POUNDS people. Four. Four point two if you want to be really detailed. While clothed. Which should be all fine and good except I know I ate next to nothing last week so now I’m panicking that all of that is muscle mass. And I can’t afford to lose muscle mass. (deep breath…)
Strangely, the panic is mildly comforting because if I wasn’t back in the game 100% mentally, this wouldn’t have occurred to me. You don’t get to above average levels without being just a wee bit obsessive. I’m nowhere near above average yet but I have the obsessive part down pat. My teamies can related to that. Bring it on.
