So, turns out there is something to that whole "your metabolism slows down as you get older" crap. Lame. Not a big fan of getting up at 5, working out for an hour and a half five times a week, only to see little, if any results. I took my measurements and weight before I started, and I'm actually heavier and bigger. Arg.
I ate ice cream and was grouchy about this discovery. I know there's the whole "muscle weighs more than fat" thing, but this still doesn't account for why my measurements are all higher.
Options:
1) Scrap the whole thing and resolve to eating ice cream every day and feeling sorry for myself (most tempting option I might add)
2) Pick up an eating disorder (cheap and easy)
3) Get a personal trainer and/or diet coach (kind of ridiculous and er... not sure my minimum wage job at The Gonch is going to support this)
4) Take up smoking, drink weird diet teas, and consume that green guck that is supposed to help a person lose weight (ick, ick, and ick)
5) Suck it up, keep doing what I'm doing, and hopefully I'll see results soon... maybe even curb the treats a little more (sigh)
2 comments:
You can do it! I know you can!
Awww, thanks man :) Hugs.
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