I can’t believe it’s been six weeks since I started this crazy plan. Six weeks since I ate chocolate. Six weeks since I munched on toast and peanut butter without a care in the world. Six weeks without ice cream. Six weeks without grande decaf soy lattes from Starbucks. How have I survived? How have I coped without carbs in my life? Is it even bloody worth the effort? Have I even lost any weight?! Fear not, I’ve included some stats, because that is totes the juiciest bit.
So for those of you who read my posts about my training programme back in January, you’ll know that there are two parts to my plan: fitness and nutrition. Both of them have their challenges, but I’m really proud of the fact that I’ve managed to stick at both – training twice a week with my PT when I’ve been in the country and searching out salmon and steamed vegetables even when I’ve been in the midst of Sao Paulo. No mean feat, I tell you.
My first PT session was hell. Like, I hated it. I nearly passed out twice and I was really disappointed in myself for being such a red-faced, panting oaf. Needless to say, I was not looking forward to the second session. Since then, I’ve got used to having my arse kicked on a regular basis and it’s actually sickeningly addictive.
Six weeks on, I am lifting heavier weights than I was at the start and I feel so much stronger and leaner than I did on my first session. I’ve learnt that I need to eat five almonds and take my fish oils before I start to give me that little boost, but I can go for a sweaty hour without collapsing now. Bonus.
My PT has been ace – changing it up all the time, which I find really important, pushing me when I really need pushing and supporting me when I really need supporting. There is no way I would have made the progress I have without her and that is a fact.
I’m going to do another post soon about what my training actually involves because there’s far too much to go into here, but in a nutshell, most of my work has been focused on resistance work rather than cardio. Lots of weights, lifts and the odd bit of boxing thrown in for good measure.
Oh my, this has been a shock to the system. For the first 21 days, I was on an intense shred. I fasted, I ate meat with every meal, I gave up sugar, I gave up booze. It was FULL ON. Now I’m on more of a maintenance plan, but it’s still pretty strict. And that of course has an impact on my social life. Nights were spent prepping food, making food, food shopping and eating food. For someone who wasn’t allowed to consume that much, I spent an inordinate of time handling food. Don’t be fooled into thinking this is a walk in the park – it is a complete change to the way you approach consumption.
But, needless to say, it has had the desired results. Like my fitness, I’ll do a separate post on what I might actually eat in an average day because there’s too much to list out here.
So how am I getting on??
This is probably the first time I’ve told anyone other than in my close circle of friends and family, how much I weigh. But I’m just kind of thinking fuck it, what’s the harm? It is what it is. So here are the stats! In case you’re wondering, I’m 5′ 9″, so above the average gal.
Starting weight: 11 st. 9 lbs / 74 kg
Current weight: 10 st. 11 lbs / 68.5 kg
Total weight loss = 12 lbs / 5.5 kg
I am feeling very happy that I’ve managed to get below that magical 11 stone mark and my clothes are so much baggier from the inch loss. I am planning on heading into town this weekend (pay day) to see if I can get myself some size 10 jeans – the dream!
Have any of you started the new year with a fitness plan? I’d love to hear your stories.