Le sigh. I am relating to the plateau posts all too well these days. And it is downright frustrating.
I stumbled upon a cute little blog that is right up my alley–weight loss, fitness, twenties, and wedding planning–and the first post I read by author Ms. Managed was titled “Plateau Hell.” Man, am I definitely in plateau hell. I don’t know if it is the workouts, the busy schedule, the eating, but I can’t just seem to get the scale to move.
At my peak [I know, I know…boohoo, highschool], I was the same height [5’2″] and 116 lbs. I was eating anything and everything I wanted [I never even thought about tracking when I was 17] and playing two team sports throughout the year. I wasn’t running, working full-time, or drinking…but still. Now, at 25 and a half ripe years of age, I am the most comfortable with my body that I have been since those high school days…however, nothing on my body is changing. And it is infuriating. I am 125 lbs and strong. I know I don’t have a weight issue, and to a stranger’s eye there is probably nothing “wrong” with me. But to myself, I am working out longer, pushing myself farther, cutting back on things, and I am just not seeing the results that I want. Or expect.
THE ISSUE: My midriff. From hip to armpit. The spare tire. The muffin top. The love handles. That extra layer of chub on top of those abs that I know are there and can feel are strong. That fleshy armpit area that bunches up when you wear a strapless dress…did I mention my wedding dress is strapless? Oh, and my gym got rid of my favorite group exercise class that I was taking twice a week. And I have even tried to shock my routine by switching on and off of intervals, HIIT, and circuits.
WORKOUTS: I know how to work out and I refuse to believe that I need to hire a trainer. And I refuse to believe that I am not working out enough. I am tracking my food and fitness, my heartrate [for calorie burn], and timing my runs. I am playing volleyball once a week, then two cardio days, and two abs.weight training.crossfit.fat burner days. Last I checked, that is exercising 5 days a week…and the other days off are split between rest, errands, or waiting tables on my feet. My legs are massive [in a good way]…strong, toned, and don’t need anymore focused workouts. I could be weight training my upper body more, I knot that. But cardio…I think I am averaging like 4-5 hours a week of cardio…I feel like is enough to be shedding that fat that everyone thinks will just drop off.
FOOD: Now, this is where I struggle, but rightfully so. I am a very active person with a high metabolism…and I am usually awake from 3:30am-9pm [16-18 hours] due to work and daily life. Judging by my hunger, that is usually 4 meals…200-300 calorie breakfast, lunch is my BIG meal, a 100-250 calorie afternoon snack, and dinner. I tap myself out at 2000 calories and generally am disappointed if I got over that. I could step up my water intake…thats for sure.
MY MANTRA: Compromise. I am just not one of those people who can cut out all indulgences…and I am a firm believer that you shouldn’t have to in order to live a happy, healthy life. Do we really think the waif supermodel doesn’t want a cheeseburger or brownie from time to time? Alot of people take the lazy advice route–well K, just stop baking. No. If baking makes me happy and satifsifes my cravings in a few bites [and then I can pawn it off on my coworkers], then I really don’t think I am doing too poorly. If I work out hard enough that day, I can have a treat. If I have had a super successful tracking week, I can have a few drinks on Saturday or Sunday. Everything in moderation…choose your compromises.
So, what the hell?
I mean seriously, how do I look like this?
I just cant get the scale to move. If anything, any fat I have lost, has just been gained back in muscle. But if I know that “layer of chub” is there, why can’t I get it to just. go. away?!