I reached a milestone this week. One I hadn’t been aiming for. One that I’m not particularly celebrating.
I hit a new high on the scale. I am now at a weight that I haven’t seen since I was pregnant.
In the last two-and-a-half years, I have gained about thirty-five pounds.
I still can’t believe it.
Granted, about ten pounds of it was welcome. After a train-wreck relationship, I was underweight due to the stress. So I will happily keep those. But the other 25? They’ve gots to go.
And it’s not like I haven’t been trying. I was doing home workouts with Tone It Up and Kayla Itsines’ BBG. But nothing was happening. So I signed up for a personal trainer to push me and jumpstart something. After three months of three-times-a-week workouts (and a bout of walking pneumonia thrown in for good measure), I had not lost one point. NOT. ONE. POUND.
In the past, I could make a minor change and see results in three weeks. Now the only change I see is the scale moving up. Something has changed. Is it hormones? Am I at *that* age??
I’ve had my hormone levels checked and am awaiting results. In the meantime, I joined a local gym that specializes in 45 minute bootcamps. Part of showing up this year means physically showing up at that gym. At 5.30 in the morning. At least 4 times a week.
You can follow along on my fitness IG where I will be checking in and keeping myself accountable. I will also be checking in here every Friday.