Weekly Weigh-in #46: Marking Time

I admit it: I used to be a marching band geek. (I only tell you this to explain this post's title, blog friends--don't hold it against me.) You know when marching band people march without actually going anywhere (like when a parade line gets held up or led into an alley as in Animal House)? It's called "marking time."

That's kind of what Mr. and I did this week. We didn't go anywhere, really, but we didn't stop either.

Jay
Starting weight: 301 pounds
Current weight: 256 pounds
Pounds lost this week: 0 pounds
Total pounds lost: 45 pounds

Susan
Starting weight: 238 pounds
Current weight: 175 pounds
Pounds lost this week: .5 pound
Total pounds lost: 63 pounds


We now know that Mr. has been replacing pounds of fat with muscle, which is awesome. (Read his post from yesterday for more details.) Despite going out of town last week, and his trainer getting the flu, Mr. was able to make it to two personal training sessions. Go, Mr.!



I, on the other hand, don't feel like I "deserve" to have lost .5 lb this weigh-in. I didn't exercise last week. Not once.



It was surprisingly easy for me to blame circumstances, like our daughter being sick, being busy catching up on work, finishing the many piles of laundry, hosting a family get-together, blah blah blah. I realized how excuses not to work out are always there. I have a veritable cornucopia of them at my disposal. So I pulled one out each day and avoided yet another sweat session at the gym or in our basement.



Scary how in one week, my fitness habits can slide back to the bad old days. I definitely don't want to go back there. Last night, I forced myself to ride our stationary bike for a measly half-hour while catching up on my stories. Though my effort was somewhat pathetic, I'm glad I did something.

Tonight, I hope to actually go to the Y and lift weights and do serious cardio. I refuse to give up just because I had a lousy exercise week. It's not the end of the world. Just a little "wakeup call" that fitness requires a daily recommitment--I can't coast my way to my goal (or after I reach it).