I wish that were the weight of my coach’s new baby. Alas, it’s the weight I’ve lost in the past 6 weeks. Ooooo- that makes it 6-6-6 – scary. I’m not one who needs to lose weight.
My Tanita Ironman Innerscan scale no longer recognizes me. My athlete rating has dropped. My metabolic age has soared. My weight – well, you know…not good. It's so pathetic, I resorted to buying Brown Rice Protein Powder at Whole Foods. I'm adding it to my hot soy chocolate milk.
It’s not like I’ve deprived myself. For the most part, I have not skipped any meals. My metabolism must just ramp up under stress. I don’t get it. I seriously pigged out from October on. I’ve lost muscle.
I’m sure I’ll get it back when I get back to training seriously. I hope. That's what I keep telling myself. Until then, it’s tempting to down donuts, extra decadent Jamba Juice shakes, and anything else that will compensate for this overly svelte figure. Honestly, it’s no more fun to be under your ideal weight than to it is being over your ideal weight. So, we’ll all just to have to focus on getting back to it, whatever IT may be. That’s what New Year’s resolutions are for – right?