This week, I went on a 3-day fruit cleanse. It was TERRIBLE....I mean, the worst 3 days I have experienced in the past 64 days, by far. I felt lathargic, weak, easily fatigued. The first day of the cleanse I didn't have enough energy to work out at all. The second and third days, it took everything I had to walk on a treadmill for 30 and 45 minutes, and to run some much needed errands. I know cleanses work well for some people, and I do believe this cleanse was a good detox, but some people just need protein. My body didn't know what to do with the sugar spikes in all that fruit, followed by the crash, piled on to the lack of protein. The first day after I finished the cleanse, I had eggs and some tuna for protein throughout the day....and by the end of that day, I felt GREAT. I felt energized again, ready to workout, ready to take on the world. It's amazing what a little protein can do for a person!
**Disclaimer: I am not discouraging anyone from doing a fruit cleanse or any kind of detox. This is just my personal experience that I'm sharing. The results of such cleanses will be different for everyone.
Every 30 days, K and I take pictures of ourselves (front, side and back views) so we can watch the progress and keep memories from this journey. I still have trouble viewing myself lighter, so I haven't really noticed much of a difference at all, but K has and tries to point it out. We also measure ourselves to track progress that way (so we're not completely depending on a scale). Days 1 - 30, I lost less than 1 inch total on my body. Days 31-60, I lost 12 inches around my body. It didn't make sense to me at first...I felt like I haven't been doing anything extra to warrant such an inch loss difference between the two months. But, when I asked J about it, it made sense; Yoga and cardio. Everything that I have been doing doesn't feel easy. It never has felt easy. At first, that makes me feel as though I'm not progressing, if my workouts aren't getting easier as I get lighter and more conditioned. But, they shouldn't get easier. I'm able to do more now. I'm able to go longer, harder, faster (not much faster, but a little faster). I'm able to push myself more. I'm doing more than I think. I looked back at the first week's homework that J gave and I laughed. To compare that first workout homework assignment to the one he just gave this past week is remarkable. I don't notice the intesity in workouts changing, but they are. I'm excited to compare my current workouts to the ones I will doing in another 30 days :)
There is a downside to weight loss. I wrote last week about working a dead end job. Well, that dead end job doesn't pay much, which I'm ok with...I don't expect to get paid much for how little I do, honestly. Plus, I'm able to cover my expenses and put a little in savings every month, so that's all that really matters. However, I'm learning that this new journey I'm writing can be expensive. My clothes don't fit anymore. They haven't for a few weeks now, but I keep trying to get as much use out of them as possible. Last week, I had to go shopping and buy some new clothes. I tried to just get what I absolutely needed, but still ended up spending about half my paycheck. I skipped out on work pants, thinking my current ones could last a little longer. Then yesterday happened...
It was a beautiful morning downtown. The forecast was calling for rain, but it was blue skies and sunny in the morning. I was walking to work with an umbrella in one hand (just in case the forecast decided to be accurate for once) and some hot tea in the other. Then it happened. Exactly what I didn't want to happen. Ever. My pants fell down. I almost wish someone had a picture of what happened because I would've loved to have seen what it looked like. It felt mortifying and absolutely hilarious all at the same time. So, as I'm struggling to pull my pants back up, trying to not drop my umbrella and not spill piping hot tea all over myself, it dawned on me. When I went shopping last week, I was in desperate need of new underwear that actually fit. Because I knew they were just going to be "transition" underwear, I didn't care what they looked like...as long as they fit. I found a clearance bin in a store with some panties in my size, grabbed a bunch and was relieved I wouldn't have to deal with the chaffing of oversized underwear for a little while longer. Well, isn't it my luck that the underwear I threw on yesterday morning were bright purple with pink glittery letters across the butt that said GOOD MORNING. Not only did I drop trou on the sidewalk of downtown Cleveland, I also apparently wanted to scream 'GOOD MORNING' to those lucky enough to drive and walk by.
Needless to say, I will be buying some new pants this weekend.
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