Metabolic Prime 12-Week Challenge Results: Week 4

You guys, I’m staying the course. The water is deep, cold and unforgiving…wait that’s for another blog.

This fat loss thing is a journey. I’m late in posting this, but nothing too exciting happened last week as far as my Metabolic Prime Challenge results. Sheesh, it’s almost time to check in for Week 5 (which I’m not excited about because I’ve been PMSing this week and giving in to the sugar cravings!).

Why am I even on this fat loss journey?

I also ask this question every time I want a burger, fries and a beer. But I don’t think that’s what Metabolic Effect coach Tara Ballard (Prime Life Fit) meant when she asked her Metabolic Prime group to “find our why” in a call last week.

Here’s my why: WHY is this so hard?

I don’t mean doing the exercise or making new nutrition habits either. I literally mean finding my why.

On the surface, my why is that I want to look like an athlete. I want my hard work to be seen. Let it be known that I work out, people!

But seriously. I work out too hard to not look like I work out. The funny thing is, when I work out less, but work harder (quality over quantity), it shows more. Something to think about if you are contemplating signing up for an Ironman as a weight loss tactic. (Which is actually a thing I considered a few years ago. By the way: Don’t do this.)

But, let’s get deep, which is not something I like to do. I’m more of a stay-on-the-surface-and-crack-jokes-to-ease-the-awkwardness kind of gal.

If I really think about my why, and can be serious about it for like 30 seconds, then it is this: I want to be healthy inside and out as I age.

I don’t want to be dependent on drugs, joint replacements and using a walker in my 50s. I do want is to  travel with my husband as we grow old together. I want to play soccer with my son, and to still be able to score a goal against him when he’s in college…although, truthfully, I can barely do that now even though he’s only 7.

I know that health is not all controllable. People get sick or hurt even when they do things right. But I want to control what I can control while I can still control it. Obviously, I have control issues.

Okay, enough with being serious. Now, let’s get back to the important stuff, which is how much weight did I lose this week?

It’s slow-going, you guys, but I did lose a pound. However, my measurements still haven’t changed much (.75 from my thighs–it’s something, I guess). It’s possible I’m doing something wrong when I measure because my clothes were fitting me different last week. My belt has moved a bunch of holes (that sounds dirty), and the thighs and hips of my jeans are much looser. Also, I had to move my bra clasp over. And other people are noticing definition in my arms.

I considered this winning when I checked in on Sunday.

I’ll just continue to float along on this journey adjusting my sails as I go. Unfortunately, I missed the connection for the fat loss bullet train, and had to catch a ride on an ancient vessel instead.