…So I joined a gym. I was mildly (ok, extremely) horrified when my consultation with the trainer came around.
Because of my illness, my overall body composition is near the bottom of the health barrel. I am not extremely overweight (I can lose a few pounds) but again, because of my illness, the computer placed me in the “close to obese” section of the health line (muscle mass versus fat, blah blah blah). *sigh* As well, my virtual age (the age my body is) versus my real age is 36. That’s 8 years older than I really am. Which isn’t old but when I am 70, my body will probably be close to dead, considering poor health is cumulative. I have little muscle mass (due to my illness) so cardiovascular-ly speaking (Ha! is that a word?) I am barely hanging on. I was put on an exercise program of simply walking, 4 to 5 times a week.
We’ll, I’ve successfully gone 3 times a week. I lost a pound the first week, a pound the second week and yesterday I weighted myself (I only weigh in at the gym) I GAINED A POUND. ARG!!!!!!!!!!!
How FRUSTRATING is it to work your ass off, sweat like a pig, avoid all the chocolatly goodness you love to find out, you’ve GAINED a pound?!?!
Granted, I haven’t completely switched over my diet yet. I am making small adjustments here and there in order to make the changes permanent. One big change won’t stick.
Anyway, my gripe is that I hate fat but it loves me. It’s sticking to me like glue. When I started this whole thing, I was pretty sure of the fact that once I started moving again, the weight would just melt off. HA! The only thing that is melting here is the uneaten candy bar in my kitchen.
I think that pound you gained was probably muscle Bella.
I think you’re on the right track.
If I was to tell anyone how much I weigh, they wouldn’t believe it….I have a large amount of muscle in my legs and butt, however there is fat over that, (well, my butt, not my legs).
OK, this sounds funny and weird and all that….but if you were to grab one of my gluts when I’m relaxed, and then I flexed the muscle, you’d be astounded.
No comments from the peanut gallery, but I could crush a coconut between my butt cheeks.
It’s only that threat that makes my husband leave that part alone.
Serious…I think you’re developing muscle.
Dont be disheartened, once you get into a routine you will see changes.
Ive made a pledge with my mum for us to help each other lose weight.First time ive ever properly tried.Its gona be a toughy.I can here the ring doughnut in my fridge calling me.
Good luck, dont give up.
Be strong, itl be worth it in the end,just picture yourself posing in a bikini and how good youl feel, youl look good and you will have that amazing sense of self achievement.
I am overweight but I have no idea how much I weigh, I have access to 3 sets of scales and they all say differnt things, about a stones difference.
I have no idea if I ever lose weight.
This is a familiar frustration. I joined a the Y back in February and have been working out 3 times a week. I haven’t lost a single pound and I’m starting to get bored with the workout. I realize that a lot of it is muscle, but I actually want to get smaller.
So today I’ve started a no caffeine no sugar diet to go with the workout. If I don’t see any results, I don’t know what I’ll do.
So you don’t get the wrong idea, it’s still good to exercise. Even though I haven’t lost any weight, I have more energy (which has to count for something) and my clothes fit better. Have you tried yoga?
I’m right there with you guys. I’m starting my fifth week of serious working out — like, keeping my heartbeat at about 160 bpm for an hour at a time, 3 or 4 days a week (plus all the miscellaneous running-after-a-kid stuff I do). I feel more fit, I feel more firm, I think I see things happening, but it’s going so slowwwwwwwwwwwwwwly.
I recently read something about the importance of walking, about how if you walk 20 minutes a day, X times a week (4 I think), you can lose 10 pounds in 1 year. 10 over a whole year?! Whoop-de-doo!
It reminded me that this stuff is supposed to go slowly, though. It can be way frustrating but it does happen. It took me about a year last time I started working out seriously to get to a point where I said, “NOW we’re talkin’,” but I was happy to be at that point. It was worth it.
(I am trying to stay away from the damned scale after it betrayed me last time I checked… I really think I must have lost weight since then but that’s what I thought when I last checked, too, and that was NOT the case, so I’m trying to wait until the end of this 10-week regimen before letting myself look again.)