Thursday, April 26, 2012

19 weeks and 2 days to go...

What? When I look at that, I think, 19 weeks? That really isn't that long. And then I start thinking about the fact that I can't eat what I want to eat, when I want to eat it, that I can't take a day off from the gym - and I realize this could be a LONG time, too.

Actually, so far I am enjoying the process. After all of my struggles with trying to lose weight after having Jenna, it is nice to be making steady progress in losing body fat. Setting this goal has given me some direction and something to work toward, and keeping with it has been fulfilling. Speaking keeping with it...thus far the nutrition aspect has not been as challenging as I thought it would. I know this will change in time, but for now, I am happy to be satisfied in this area. After two and a half weeks of starting the actual competition nutrition, I am still losing at the same level I started - about 1800 calories a day, 26g carbs/23g protein/12g fat per meal for 6 meals a day, lifting 4-5 days per week and cardio for 30 minutes 5-6 days per week. As I said before, I know it will not be like this for long, but I am happy that I am responding at this level. It has also given me time to get myself into a more disciplined mindset and schedule. It has also given JP and I time to get on the same page, as my overall success will depend on his support, which I have 100%.

Some of the challenges so far:

-Keeping on a time/timing schedule with eating - I find this easy to do when I'm at work, but once I have had to work out a schedule that allows me to have my final meal once I have gotten Jenna to bed. This has been worked out, though, and I am on track with this area of the nutrition.

-Traveling - we have been out of town both of the weekends that I have been eating competition nutrition so far, which means bringing all of our own food in two coolers, bringing the digital scale and Breville blender, sometimes eating on a totally different time schedule as everyone else, and of course eating something totally different than everyone else. I have stayed on track despite all of this and having gone through this so early in has really helped with my disciplining myself to the process. The biggest challenge in all of it was the final day of the Edisto trip last weekend, when we had to be out of the house, but didn't get on the road until over 2 hours later. This meant that I was depending on two protein shakes to get me through the time period from the solid meal at breakfast and the solid meal at home 6-7 hours later. I was starving by the time we got home, but I made it, which felt good. My next biggest challenge will be traveling 10 hours to and from Pennsylvania next weekend. But with good planning, I think it's possible.

-Feeling guilty - the process is, by it's very nature, one that requires me to be self-consumed. I am constantly thinking about my body, my eating, my workouts, my schedule, and staying committed to everything, even in spite of people around me not understanding. In general, this does not produce a lot of guilt because I am approaching this like a job - and prioritizing things like I would for a job makes it easier. The part where I feel guilty is that it is already putting demands on JP and I know this will only get worse over time - and at some point, it will also disrupt my schedule with Jenna. But we'll cross that bridge when we get there - and it's only temporary.

-Remembering where the real battle lies - I am not doing to this to prove anything to anyone, to be the best at anything, or for any other reason than to take the personal challenge for myself. I realize this process will bring to light demons that lie dormant - such as having to face my emotional eating issues. However, like everything else in my life, I so realize that food is just food, just as time is just time, and people are just people. In the end, the battle always lies with me. And this is manageable. I just have to remember it.

Some of the positives:

-Losing body fat - it feels good to see the BF% going down, to see a smaller number on the tape measure, to fit into clothes I couldn't fit into two weeks ago. I will post pictures below - and it is nice to be able to actually see the difference that just two weeks makes. And look forward to seeing what a difference that 19 weeks makes.

-Satisfaction of sticking with a goal - this is kind of the point of goal setting, but there is a sense of satisfaction that comes from being regimented and disciplined.

-My husband loves my changing body - need I say more?

-I can wear heels again - yes, I care about this. Wearing heels with the 20 pounds I previously had - even the 10 - was excruciating. But somewhere in the last two weeks I found my heel groove again, and I love it!

-The consignment pile is growing - which is good for a number of reasons, including another source for earning money to add to our emergency fund and it means I am getting rid of old clothes that no longer fit. I know this also means I will have to work on getting clothes that DO fit, but I'm no longer ashamed to ask for hand-me-downs from my friends who wear the size I need. I have also found a lot of success at thrift stores and consignment shops. But that is a whole different post. Back to my original point - I learned a long time ago to get rid of clothes that are now too big. The fact that the pile is growing is a reflection of my overall loss. There are so many other things I can list, but I will leave it there for now.

I am sure I will be posting on many more positives and challenges as I go.

Now for the hard part - the pictures. I think this is one of the aspects that JP hates most, but it is real. It shows that I am a real person. And baring this part of the process makes it real to others. Do I wish I could airbrush away all of my imperfections like they do for models, stars and in the magazines? Not really because that is not real. This is real...

Pics from 4-8-12 (the day before starting competition nutrition):




Pictures from 4-22-12 (after two weeks of competition nutrition):





Monday, April 16, 2012

There is only one way to eat an elephant....

One bite at a time.

I'm going to the dark side.... 

I'm going compete. 

I'm shooting for WPD - NPC Women's Physique Division (a cross between figure and bodybuilding).

Ok.  I am going to try to compete. Lol.  I really don't think of it as the dark side, as I have always been enamored by the sport, but I have been resistant because I see a lot of people who are endomorphs like me do the extreme nutrition that it takes to compete, and then come back and put on more weight than ever before.  I have also inquired about this, and have discovered it is just as essential to ease yourself back into a normal eating range, just like you have to ease yourself into competition shape.

Yes...I know...a lot of people don't "ease" themselves into competition shape.  I have set my show as Stewart Fitness, which is September 8th.  When I started, it gave me 21 weeks to prepare.  This is a reasonable time frame, and it also leaves me room in the competition season to push it back to October or November, if I am not hitting the goals I need to hit to be on track for the September 8th show.

As it stands today, I am at 29.10% percent body fat (this number is high due to the extra weight I still carry in my abdomen from having Jenna).  The average American female carries 35-40% body fat, although the recommended range is 20-25%.  Average competition range is 9-14%.  As a result, my number is certainly a bit from where I need to be, but not an unmanageable number to stay on track to lose at a healthy rate in preparation for a show.

What is crazy is what this process brings up in me.  As a preface, I am not a person too prone to insecurity.  I have talked about my struggles of how hard on myself I was after having the baby, and I was not comfortable with feeling that way about myself.  I like to look at myself and try to make gains.  There is no doubt that I have struggled with losing weight - even in the face of diligent exercise and dieting - and this can weigh on anyone, but through the process I have learned to accept myself as I am.  Until last night. 

Last night, we did my body comps and tape measurements.  My scale weight has gone down.  My body fat% has gone down.  My tape measurements are smaller.  Yet I felt awful looking at the numbers.  I felt insecure, like I had a huge battle ahead of me.  Which I do.  There is no doubt about that.  But why did I feel this way when I was making progress in every area?


The only thing I can fugure is that I am putting myself under a microscope.  I am aware of every rep, of e very set, of every limitation and every gain.  I am aware of every gram of protein, carbohydrates and fat I am putting in my body at all 6 meals per day.  I am aware of every minute of cardio I do and what my heart rate is during that time period.  I am aware of how my clothes fit, how I may actually have a bicep injury rather than tendonitis (which could be good and bad).  I am aware of every inch of my body.  And it's scary.  And exhilarating.  And I have to be truthful about the thoughts that pass through my head.  Good, bad or indifferent.  Which is why I am back here after not having posted for a couple of months.  Because this is one of the places I put it out there.  (JP isn't happy with this fact, but he understands that it is me speaking about me, so he doesn't argue about it).


I actually look forward to this process.  Everyone says it is hard.  But I look forward to the work.  I look forward to dissecting the process and breaking it down so that I can make the goals and try to be ready.  I cannot get overwhelmed by the big picture or bogged down with focusing on the end result.


I just have to remember....there is only one way to eat an elephant...one bit at a time.   And so I go...one meal at a time...one workout at a time...one day at a time...