Catching up...

I've been sick for three straight weeks. Boo. Well, I am better now, but honestly, I let it get pretty bad before I finally went to the doctor, and the only reason I finally went was the fear of losing an eyeball. Turns out my eye was just fine, it was just sinus pressure and I was not at risk of my eyeball popping out. Anyway, you would think that I would have lost a lot of weight, what with having strep throat, a sinus infection and then pneumonia. WRONG. I am so backwards, whenever I feel sick, I tend to eat more, in hopes that I will feel better faster. It's ok though, after all of the crappy food I stuffed down my face, I didn't really gain any weight. After a few weeks off of really working out (although I snuck in a few workouts, despite illness, which exacerbated my sickliness), I am finally back to my workout regiment. Now to get myself back on track with my daily calorie intake...

I was a little thrown off my rocker, I fell off the wagon, or however you want to word it. Either way, I'm back on track now. I weight 125, which is a mere ten pounds away from my new goal of 115. I have really focused on toning, which I can feel the muscular difference, however, it doesn't seem visible yet to me. Even though I haven't lost weight in a couple of weeks (well four weeks to be exact), people are still constantly asking me if I have lost more weight. I guess that's a good sign. I really honestly haven't lost weight in a while, but I guess I'm starting to look thinner. I feel a little heavy right now, but I know that I am moving towards my goal weight, and no matter how long it takes, it will happen.

In December I am going to Mexico with my husband and friends in celebration of our anniversary (and theirs too). I hope to feel comfortable in whatever I am wearing by the time that rolls around. Curse you Thanksgiving! I hate that Thanksgiving offers all of my favorite foods in one meal. I also hate that it honestly isn't just one day. I would be just fine if it were only one day, but we have to celebrate it 8000 times with everyone we know before the month is over, therefore adding unneeded inches to my thighs and obliques (aka lovehandles/hatehandles). Also, apparently, I have built in thigh storage. Fanny packs are unnecessary in my life, since I have saddle bags. Those have got to go. With the amount of squats and lunges I have been doing, look out, you better pack your bags saddle bags, you're moving out.

Honestly, I am so incredibly sick of working so hard, but I am also sick of not being at my goal weight. It's a double edged sword, so I will just keep pressing on.

In other news, my mother in law, being in the medical profession, sat in a lecture where a doctor spoke on his weight loss research. In all of the people studied, those who consumed a certain amount of protein (which I cannot remember the exact amount, but I will find out for the next post), within 30 minutes after their workout, increased their metabolic rate by a huge amount for the rest of the evening. They lost weight and burned fat at a substantially faster rate. I have put this to the test. While I haven't lost pounds at a faster rate, I haven't necessarily gained the weight I should have during my binge eating and total disregard for my calorie counting. That is a sign to me that it does help. I will keep experimenting with this as I am back in to my normal routine.

10 more pounds, I'm sick of the battle, but pressing on.