I had every intention of blogging yesterday but that just didn't happen. After working all day yesterday I headed over to Catastrophes place to work on our amazing gingerbread house for the contest this weekend. Have I said that my gym is awesome? We are going to be raffling off the houses (all two of them) and proceeds to go helping by presents for teens in foster care in RI.
But, yes, weight. The topic no one likes, me among them. It's causes a lot of stress and not a little bit of depression. Back in 2008 I weighed 180lbs. I currently weigh 138.2 as of yesterday morning. Awesome, right? I know! A 41lb weight loss is amazing and I should be thrilled. And I am but I'm still majorly stressing. I started boxing to lose more weight and I was probably just over 150 when I started back in April but now that I'm preparing to compete, there is a lot more pressure. Boxing is an amazing sport, however, you fight in weight classes. Very specific weight classes. That part sucks. If you're off by a pound you can get stuck in the next higher weight class and end up fighting someone who has ten pounds on you. Not exactly conducive for good competition.
When we made the decision of me definitely fighting in the Gloves, Zach had me step on the scale so that we can start tracking things. I was 148.8. Honestly I thought I'd be lower (and there is some debate amongst members about the accuracy of the gym scale) but by that point my pants were getting loose on me and I was building muscle.
The cap for the weight class I'm going to be competing in? 132. A difference of 16.8 and so far I've lost 10.6 of them. Which, in addition to the rest of what I've lost is really an awesome thing. And honestly, I wouldn't be too worried about losing the rest of it, BUT the first night I have to weigh in for the Gloves is January 7th, even if I don't compete. That would be 28 days away. The good news is since I haven't had any fights yet, I'm in the novice division which allows 2-3lbs over the 132 limit. So in all reality I really only need to be 134. Which is 4lbs away. Everyone is telling me that it's no problem and I'll be fine. Everyone from Jaime to Marcin to Sonic. I really should listen to them. But I'm honestly terrified I won't be able to do it. I've lost so much already that the smaller I get, the harder it is to get the rest off.
I am now not allowed to just wear shorts and tanks tops to work out in and for the past few days I've been training in pants and about three layers of shirts. Plus a thick rubber compression thing for my ribs which makes me sweat like crazy. Sweating it off, baby. Jaime says it will also prepare my body for when I have to drop weight in the future.
For the most part my food is under control, I just have to work on eating enough during the day. I eat probably 1100-1200 calories a day, but in reality I should be eating 1300-1400 (who would have thought you'd have to eat to lose weight?). That's a lot of food. I also have to make sure I'm not going crazy with carbs. It seems like whenever I try to increase my calories, my carbs go higher. I keep trying to find new things to eat that are low carb but high in calories. This is why I've been eating lots of eggs for dinner and for lunch on the weekends. I also probably have about one cheat item a day. My will power isn't very strong, but I'm honestly doing the best I can. I track everything I eat and every bit of exercise I do and I'm crossing all fingers and toes that I make this weight. At this point I'm not even concerned about the boxing part of the competition, but the weigh in. I also will have to weigh in every night that I might fight depending on how far I make it (and I'm training my hardest to try and not lose the first night!). The Gloves are basically every Friday in January, so for the entire month I need to be right on point.
Oh, and when I weigh myself at the gym and at home I'm weighing in wearing basically nothing so I'm hoping I can actually get down to 133 or 132 so that I don't have to wear a stupid bikini or something. Regardless of how much I've lost, I still see myself as a fat slob. But we're not gonna talk about that. So there is no way I'm going to want to wear that in front of a ton of people. I can't even jokingly say I'll starve myself (because that would never happen) but if I really don't eat enough, it gets stored as fat and I end up gaining weight. Oy vey.
Okay, quickly. This morning. Drove down to Battleground with Sonic to take Jaimes boxing class. But Jaime wasn't teaching this morning (which we knew) and it was Melissa (who won at the National Golden Gloves this past June). It was basically a sparring class with a round or two on the bag. I went in with a girl named Steph. She's wicked cool about my size, maybe a smidge shorter. Never sparred her before. Did three 2-minute rounds and my rib was sorta okay, except for when it started killing during the second round. Oh well. Then after class Melissa was nice enough to stay and get in the ring. Did three rounds of just jabs and then one round of everything. Then I was done. And now? Cleaning and doing nothing for the rest of the day.
Oh, and what the eff kind of show is Bridalplasty?! Holy crap some people are insane.
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