This one is late because last night I tried to read A Clockwork Orange in one sitting. I was supposed to read it, and write a response paper to turn in before my Tuesday 12:30 class. This morning, I wrote the response. I based it on the 50 pages I actually got through. (Lucky: I've read the novel before, and I've seen the movie. My grade is probably not doomed.)
Anyway. This week, yet again, I did not lose any weight. I'm a little confused by this, since I have been eating really well and continue to up my level of exercise. I do, though, notice brand-new muscles in my legs and torso. My energy level begins to astound me. I look thinner and feel calmer and sleep better. So, despite the unmovable scale, I do not want to quit. It's actually quite the revelation. My previous methods of weight loss (which did not involve exercise) usually caused me to feel horrible. And once I stopped losing a pound a day, I gave up - it wasn't worth the listlessness and constant hunger. I am sure I will begin losing weight again, but for now I am thrilled to see that I am getting stronger. There has been enough of a change in my body that I feel justified in suggesting that I am gaining muscle mass quickly enough to make the fat I'm losing inconsequential to the scale.
This week: I ran 2.2 kilometers (instead of 1.5) in preparation to attempt the 4 km to the high-level bridge, I hooped for about six minutes straight, I used my jump rope, I weighed my sugar, I biked to school, I biked and ran both over the course of one day, I resisted date squares and rhubarb crisp and pound cake and ice cream that I was not hungry for, I ran outside during the day, and I made salad dressing for the first time.
When Tim tells me how good I look, how proud he is of how hard I'm working, I float right up to the ceiling like that skinny Mary Poppins...
It's been a good week, but I am frustrated by the '158' that keeps showing up every time I weigh myself. This week, I would like to lose a pound. And run five times.(And fix myself up in the mornings. And take my vitamins.)
When I get to 150 pounds, I am going to buy some ridiculous, glorious Oscar de la Renta perfume. Just so y'all know.