Yesterday was the final weigh-in for Tammy’s Make A Change Challenge. I didn’t win the challenge. I didn’t even end up with a net loss. But I did learn that I can still eat a decent amount of food and not really gain if I do the higher intensity workout on my treadmill. So that will be the plan. At least two good treadmill workouts a week, and I may even be inspired to do another 5K. The kids have been nagging me about it, and I’ve actually been thinking about it. The last 5K Youngest Son ran, they had pizza and beer for the runners! The one before, they had these yummy fat breakfast rolls stuffed with chicken or beef. The races I ran, all they usually had was water and fruit!
Food! My major motivator. I’ll be sure to fill you all in on the details if I do run another race, or if my high-intensity workouts ever do result in an actual weight loss. Stay tuned! 🙂
Tammy’s Make A Change Challenge is in the final stages–only a couple more weeks to go! Let’s just say I’ll probably never squeeze into size 6 pants again. I’ll hang on to the size 8’s but I’m not even sure about them. But I’m maintaining. This is no small feat for a girl who loves food the way I do. I’d rather run ’til I drop than give up the chow.
I subscribe to Jillian Michael’s (from Biggest Loser) newsletter. One tip she had got me thinking:
Ever notice the color-coded exercise “zones” listed on cardio machines? There’s a “fat burning” zone, an “endurance training” zone, and so forth. The colors look nice, but how many times have you chosen the “fat burning” zone and watched as your fat stayed put? That’s because fat-burning programs keep you at a lower intensity level, when to lose weight you really need to burn big calories. That only happens when you exercise at a higher-intensity level.
Let’s look at the math. In a half hour of low-intensity exercise, you might burn 100 calories. Of those 100 calories, roughly 80 percent will be fat calories, meaning that you’ve burned 80 fat calories. In a half hour of high-intensity exercise, you might burn 300 calories. Of those 300 calories, roughly 33 percent will be fat calories, meaning that you’ve burned around 100 fat calories.
This seemed logical to me, and in fact, I’ve often told people I could walk a marathon and I wouldn’t lose weight like I do when I run even just a mile a day. So even though I’m still eating like Michael Phelps, I’ve started using my treadmill and working on increasing my pace. I alternate laps between a walk (at 3 to 3.5) and a jog (4 to 4.2), then walk, then slow run (5 to 5.2), and continue the pattern each time increasing the run speed. So far I’ve made it up to 7 on the treadmill speed. I can handle the torture for 1 lap so I don’t quit, but I’m getting a heck of a workout overall. And I lost a pound this week, without denying myself any goodies!
It’s hard to even write about this. All I can say is, just like in Calculus class, I can not figure out the pattern. This time the pattern that eludes me is my weight gains/losses. It’s very random.
I think I run a week behind. Seriously. Last week I was kind of surprised that I lost 2 pounds because I hadn’t cut back on my eating too much and I exercised less than the first week. If it does actually take a week for things to kick in, that would explain this week’s gain. Because I was so good this past week!
I did my three-mile course at least twice this week. I’ve curbed my eating considerably. One night when I was craving seconds on dinner, hubby suggested I put the plate down and just wait it out. I drank my iced tea and water instead of going back out to the kitchen to load up my plate again, and it actually worked! The hunger craving passed. I’ve even been eating boring stuff like cottage cheese or yogurt for breakfast. I’m eating small healthy snacks in between meals like they say to do on “Biggest Loser.” I bought a jar of peach slices and had some of those a few times. I also spent extra to buy some whole grain chips which I snacked on, or I grazed on a few almonds. I didn’t even pig out at the Mother’s Day Buffet we went to yesterday!
Yesterday afternoon, Youngest Son dragged me out to the track with him. He pushed my weak ass to do sprints (for me). For him, it’s barely a jog. But I worked hard. We even went onto the cold grass to do some exercises that he said would help my pathetically weak core. You would think I’d have least lost some water weight.
As it stands right now, I’ve gained 1.4881% this past week (from last week). Since the challenge began, I’m exactly where I started. I’m sure Youngest Son will continue to torture me with killer workouts this week, now that he’s home from college. He has a sadistic streak, I think.
Stay tuned next week to see if my theory on weight loss lag is correct. If not, I may be throwing my scale in the trash.
One of my favorite things in life is good food. In fact, overeating is my only vice. I don’t gamble or spend a lot of money. I’ve had half-packs of cigarettes crumble away in my purse. I enjoy a cold brew or a glass of wine, but then I worry about the calories. I’d rather get my calories chowing down.
Unfortunately, the metabolism is slowing down. I’m not exactly heavy, but I weigh more than I would like. I heard once that it’s common to put on 10 pounds each decade, and this is exactly true in my case. And I’m way more active than I ever was as a 20-year-old. I’m in much better shape now, and some of that weight may be muscle, which we weight-watchers constantly remind ourselves is heavier than fat. I’m not expecting to lose the whole 30 pounds I’ve gained since my teen years. I could wear anything in my closet if I lost ten. Fifteen would be amazing.
To help me reach my goal, I’ve joined Tammy’s “Make a Change Challenge.” It’s just somehow easier knowing that others are suffering along with you, passing over that third piece of pizza, running those painful miles. And then there’s the accountability thing. I really felt like a lazy slug last week having to report that I’d lost absolutely NO WEIGHT at all. I blame it on all the Easter candy still laying around, successfully tempting me.
This past week, I exercised even less. It rained several days, so I didn’t walk or jog as much. And I started cleaning out some closets in earnest so I didn’t seem to have as much “me” time. But most of the candy was gone, and I tried to eat healthier. I usually go back for “seconds” (because I’m such a damn good cook) but I made them small portions and I chewed them slower and savored it more.
The result? Two whole pounds shaved off last Monday’s weigh-in. A respectable 1.47% loss. I’m happy. This gives me motivation. If you have any tips that work for you (besides wiring the jaw shut), please feel free to share.