Biggest Loser - Week 12

This last week really felt incredible.  There were several times I made mental notes of how much stronger I was than when I started this journey in January.  Specifically, I knew my heart was stronger when I could finish a three minute jump rope circuit, boxer style, and still carry on a conversation when I was done.   I knew my weak abs were getting stronger when I held myself in the plank position for a minute and a half without a break.  And there is a dreaded lunge sequence she makes me do off of a step where I have to increase my reps from one of each to ten of each that always makes my backside cramp up.  This past week, I wasn't yelling out in agony until I got to nine reps (the tenth one wasn't pretty, but I'm going to make it past ten soon.  Just you wait).

I swear, I could even feel my body changing.  Normally, I stay off the scale until my weigh-in, but on Friday, I was just feeling really different so I weighed myself at home.  Imagine my delight when the scale displayed a number four and a half pounds less than the Monday preceding it.  I figured with two extra days, I could make it at least an even five.

Then, this morning, I officially weighed in after spin and the scale was only down one and a half pounds.  Grrrr.

My trainer could see my disappointment so she whipped out her camera and showed me my pictures (front, sides and rear view) of my day one.

Oh my goodness.  She has serious blackmail on me.

Her point was to reassure me that I've come a long ways and the scale be damned.  Then, she decided to really make her case and my second hour consisted of doing all of my least favorite exercises.  They are my least favorite for a reason: they hurt and are hard and some I couldn't even do one rep when I first started.  When she bashfully brought out out the gliders for mountain climbers on an inverted Bosu ball, I outwardly groaned.  This is my most dreaded exercise and she knows it.  I hate it.  It hurts....everything.   But, forty reps later, I stood up, high-fived her and absolutely knew that I am a different person than I used to be.  I am changing.  It's pretty incredible.

Upon finishing our torture session...er...workout, she re-weighed me.  Another 0.6 down.  I don't think I lost six tenths of a pound in one hour.   What that change reminded me is that the scale is fickle.  Sure, it's a number I want to see get smaller and smaller, and it will as long as I keep doing the things I'm doing, but I'm not going to let 0.6 pounds, or 2 or none control my day.  I'm just not.

For the record, I am officially down (thanks to the second weigh-in) 2.2 pounds from last week.    That's 31 overall.  Next week is measurements and final pictures.  I'm going to try and remember my camera so that I can have a final picture too.  I haven't really taken any since I started and I hope I can see as much difference as she can.