I didn’t post a BTFC update yesterday because I simply could not bring myself to step on the scale. I’ve been feeling a little off kilter since my meet, both in terms of diet and at the gym. Nutrition-wise, I’ve been stuffing my face with junk and in terms of lifting, I’m having a hard time feeling that “spark” to push myself that I normally get just from thinking about the gym.
Well, I forced myself to weigh-in this morning. I am back where I was 6 weeks ago. I don’t feel totally terrible about it. I’ll just call it a carb refeed and start working my way back down. I’m starting to see my weight as constantly fluctuating instead of as a static number on the scale, so I don’t feel totally totally derailed.
But, it’s time to tighten my belt and move on.
I enjoyed a lazy Sunday today, and to make my inaction seem productive, I decided to plan out my week in lifting. I haven’t done this since September, and I know that I’m always much more focused when I have a plan. I just have to go in and stick to the plan and I’m good at that.
I have to say that even though I’ve been feeling wishy-washy, I did manage to set a new 5 RM of 205lbs on Friday. And it felt so easy. But it says something that I couldn’t even feel excited after my squat has been stalled for so long.
And now that my lungs no longer feel like I’ve been smoking a pack a day, it’s time to get back on the cardio bandwagon. I need to do some running if I’m ever going to hope to run 10K in May.
I also started counting calories again today. I think I’m going to give up on LeanGains. I need to eat earlier than lunch and I often don’t get home in time to eat supper in my 10-hour feeding window. Oh well. The more important thing is that I got paid this week for the first time in 6 weeks, so I could actually afford to buy groceries today. The thought of not being able to buy coffee before working out is terrifying. It’s also uninspiring to have to cobble together 100 g of protein from the dredges of my pantry for a week.
Who am I kidding? I have done nothing all day except look at tattoo porn and read fitspo tumblrs. What has my life become?
Wishful shrinking or something like that.
I do really like this tattoo, though: