Finally rounding the corner of week three... FINALLY! This week has been tough mentally and physically.
Basacally I was a sleep deprived, sugar detoxed, physically exhausted bitch. I sound so awesome to be around right now, huh? I dragged through nearly all of my workouts with the exception of yesterday and the stair climb. I was just a crankpot (husband's words, not mine)He also calls me the crankmeister or Cranky Kat. Good thing he has a sense of humor about it because I sure didn't. The scale hasn't budged this week. At least not so far. My official weigh in will be Sunday morning, but it's not looking like I'll lose anything this week which is super frustrating.
A fellow BFL blogger posted a link to BFL stories this morning and it totally lifted my spirits. There were countless stories about women not seeing super amazing physical results at first, but then around week 8-9 their bodies transformed almost over night. Also lots of stuff about losing fat and gaining muscle and how that really shows no move on the scale etc...
I have been feeling some physical changes lately. Mostly that I feel I could lift a freekin' truck! I feel so strong it makes me want to enter some sort of crazy contest involving flipping tires and pulling boats with my teeth. I've always had strong legs, but I'm nearly lifting the whole stack when we do quads! The stack goes up to 170 and I'm lifting 150. These are the seated leg extentions. On the leg press where you press the platform out I can easily do 275. I told you...I'll flip a mutha fuckin' truck! Watch out. This...only after 3 weeks. So because I've fealt noticable differences I decided to measure my waist. I've lost 2 inches from my pregnant sandwich belly already! Now instead of looking like I'm 6 months pregnant, I only look like I'm 5. Yea for me!
So regardless of the scale, there are changes happening! It's exciting to push my limits both mentally and physically.