Believe it or not, but I have been on this crazy healthy-living journey for five weeks now. After five weeks of perfect attendance at Farrell's (three days per week kickboxing and three days per week strength-training) and five weeks of nearly-perfect nutrition, I am proud to say that I am kicking major butt.
Remember how I broke up with the scale? How I haven't stepped on the scale for the last five weeks?
Well, that all changed yesterday.
Before we get to that magic number, let's talk about inch-loss. At Farrell's, they measure inches in five areas of the body: chest, waist, arm, thigh, and hips. In total, I lost 11.5 inches.
Yes, let that sink in: eleven point five inches.
I lost 2.25 inches in my chest. This is unbelievable to me, as my boobs are still spilling over my bra.
I lost 5.25 inches in my waist. Again, this doesn't seem to make sense because I don't feel like my pants are any more comfortable, but I guess the measuring tape doesn't lie, huh?
I lost 0.5 inches in my arm. I was one of the only people to lose inches in this area, as our strength-training really builds up muscle, which in turn increases the measurement of the arm. I have a lot of fat yet to lose in this area, but as soon as that's gone, I look forward to this number increasing as I get buffer and buffer.
I lost 0.25 inches in my thigh. Again, this number generally goes up rather than down, as our legs are bulking up like crazy. I can feel the muscle here, so I'm okay with a small number of inches lost.
I lost 3.5 inches in my hips. This is the area where I feel I need to lose the most inches, so I'm pretty pumped that the number is already that big. I look forward to it decreasing a whole bunch more in the next five weeks.
My body fat percentage only decreased by 1.2 points, but I really don't think the method they use to measure this is accurate. So, oh well.
Regarding fitness testing, I pretty much rocked it: my push-ups increased by 26, my sit-ups increased by 11, and my mile time decreased by ten.
And now, folks, the moment you've all been waiting for:
I lost eight pounds in the last five weeks. While eight pounds doesn't seem like a whole lot, I want you to consider the amount of muscle I've been building. Eight pounds is a whole heck of a lot of weight when you consider how ripped I'm getting.
And while I don't feel like I look crazy-different, The Boy assures me that I do, and my besties are all quite complimentary, too.
FF and I were so excited about our testing results yesterday that we decided to partake in a little too much celebration. Both The Boy and BFF called this the "anti-Emmy" day since it was everything I don't do on a normal day, and they were both proud of me for "letting go" and enjoying myself.
I'm proud of me, too, but there is no way another way-too-much-fun day can happen anytime in the near future. I'm still recuperating!
But you know what? Eleven point five inches was something totally worth celebrating.