So, I just completed Week 3 of my Biggest Loser style weight loss competition, Just Lose It. And can I tell you something?
I am exhausted.
Last night my dog woke me up in the middle of the night barking at who knows what and I didn’t even have the strength to yell at him to be quiet. It should be illegal to be this tired.
And my second week’s weigh-in? Not so hot. I only lost one pound. We were warned that our second week’s weight loss would not be as dramatic as the first week’s (where I lost 5.8 pounds). But seriously? Only one teeny tiny pound?!
Why is it when you gain a pound it seems like a lot, but when you lose a pound it seems like so little?
And yeah, yeah, I’m building muscle, and I have noticed that my clothes are looser and I actually went up a notch -or is that down a notch?- on my belt buckle – whatever. I’ve been working my ass off can’t believe I only lost one pound!!! (She says while jumping up and down pounding her fists like an out of control toddler throwing a temper tantrum.)
And another thing… I really miss drinking. There, I said it. I. Miss. Drinking! I went to my writer’s group on Wednesday night and drank water while everyone enjoyed a lovely glass (or three) of wine and I was incredibly conscious of the smell of that delicious red wine that was not passing my lips. I would say that the smell was intoxicating except that sadly it wasn’t. And to make matters worse, it was a good bottle of wine, not the $6 hooch I usually have in my house.
(As a interesting side note, one of my writer friend’s has given up cheese and she said all she could smell was the cheese on the table which I did not smell at all.)
I’m also getting tired of this whole “eating four times a day at three-to-four hour intervals” thing. Don’t get me wrong, I like the fact that I get to eat four meals instead of three (it’s not three meals and a small snack, it’s four meals!), but planning the meals and the timing is becoming freaking tedious. Every time I go five hours without eating I live in fear of Holly scolding me. (Tsk tsk tsk, your blood sugar is dropping when you do that. Your metabolism is shutting down. You’ll never lose weight that way!)
snack meal is usually around three o’clock and while I’m ravenous ready to eat, the thought of planning a healthy (and proper ratio) protein-carb-fat meal three hours before dinner is just too taxing, so I usually just end up having a Clif Builder’s Protein Bar. They’re good and the mint one does taste quite a lot like a Thin Mint (though sadly, while delicious, the peanut butter one tastes nothing like a Reeese’s – or even peanut butter), but meh. I’m kind of tired of them. (Funny how I used to have wine almost every day and never got tired of that!)
I’d rather through some cheese on some tortilla chips, throw them in the toaster oven for two minutes and then slather them with sour cream. Cheese, tortilla chips, sour cream – that sounds like a perfect protein-carb-fat ratio to me. You know, other than the fat part being totally out of whack. (And might have a lot to do with why my arms-middle-thighs fat part is out of whack!)
And Phil? It’s a good thing he’s so cute, because otherwise I’d hate him even more than I already do. Which is a lot.
He makes us do terrible things like modified pull-ups and dips and burpies and plank. (Ugh plank.) And the whole time he’s torturing us he has the nicest smile on his face and is so freaking encouraging. Which makes it kind of hard to hate him, but I refuse to fall for his clever I’m-so-nice-and-cute-it’s-impossible-to-hate-me-even-though-I’m-making-you-do-terrible-things routine. Let there be no doubt. I hate Phil. (Mostly.)
And he keeps making us run and I don’t think he understands – I HATE RUNNING. I have never been a runner, will never be a runner, and have absolutely no desire to be a runner. But last week I ran fifteen minutes straight on the treadmill. And I don’t think I’ve ever run for fifteen whole minutes -without stopping or walking- in my entire life.
And the fact that I was even able to do that? Well, I have to admit… that is kind of awesome!
Be sure to come back next Monday for Week 4 and to find out how much weight I lost on Week 3
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12 thoughts on “Just Lose It: What It’s Really Like to Join a Six-Week Weight Loss Competition (Week 3)”
Charlene – keep going! I am so proud of you, love from chubby in NY. xx elizabeth
Thank you Elizabeth. And you are hilarious! You mean love from gorgeous in NY!
Relax, have a drink, eat some cake
When it’s all over you’d better believe I will, Uncle John! 🙂
Charlene, I am very proud of you. If I ran for 15 minutes I would die. You are some kind of woman and what a writer.
No Cindy, YOU are some kind of woman and what a writer!
I think you protest too much about Phil. I mean, really.
Also, I’m signing in with Twitter so your site will take my comment. Let’s see if this works better.
He loves it! And trust me, he’s a big boy, he can take it. (And he told me his mom likes it too – so there!)
–it sounds as if Phil kicks ass!
You have lots of bloody will power, Charlene. I think I could do it…but I’d have to def. have my red wine. I’d keep that in…but I wouldn’t tell Phil.
Damn, you are good Xxxxx KISSssss from MN.
Kisses from Cali right back at ya Kim! And you could totally do it. (And I won’t tell Phil about your wine!)
Go, Charlene, go! I bet you lost 3 more pounds this week. Keep up the great work! And I’ll keep drinking wine for you if you eat my cheese! 😉
It’s a deal Laurel!