Stating for the record: I have no idea what I am doing in terms of goals, long-term, short or whatever. I don't have a weekly goal for centimeters lost. I don't yet have a scale so I can't judge by the whole 1 to 2 pounds a week rule. I am going to put a plan and a goal schedule together and I am going to write it all out and template things and I might get to do some graphs (hooray, graphs!), but for now, negative numbers is the goal right?
I can report that I am in the red this week. I took my measurements last week (I was looking at a page of anime costumes, trying to figure out how many sizes I would have to lose to wear clothes manufactured for young Japanese girls). Anyway, from last week to this I am down an average of 3.1cm, which is a little over an inch. I don't know if that's "right" or whatever but I know it is smaller than before and my pants corroborate so, good. Except for the occasional fear that I am going to be out of wearable pants in a few weeks, this is good.
This week I worked on upping my calories on long ride days so that I am not wiped out by night time. Also I wanted to avoid the possibility of going nuts and eating everything in the house at dinner on those nights. It seemed good practice to just plan for extra calories. I also added some strength training to my schedule and it kicked my ass. In a good way but I am really shocked by which parts of me are sore. I didn't realize my triceps were so weak. Not for long.
I hit my training goals. I hit my food goals. I hit my writing goals. I rule.
I realized the other night that tomorrow begins Week 7 of my journey. The first two weeks were sort of warm-up weeks, mostly relearning how to eat, but even so, WEEK 7. I can all kinds of feel my collar bones again. In fact, when I swipe my sweaty chin against my shoulder when I'm riding I often hit bone. It sounds like this: "Ow! Huh, cool."
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