Tuesday

Tuesday...
The day after Monday
My Sister-in-law's birthday
Day 1 on my newest meal plan
The first day of my new workout plan
Three days after the funeral of my biggest fan


Every day brings a new start.  Every 24 hours, I get a chance to out-do yesterday.   I have to say, that's a pretty good deal. 

I weighed in this morning at 166.  It was not too long ago that I looked down and the number ready 258.  That just seems so crazy.  When I set my goal at 160, I really was not sure that I could do it.    My original plan was to hit it by Xavy's competition.  Not for any good reason other then to not have to photoshop my rolls out of all photos afterwards. lol.  Here I am, 6 pounds away with 2 months to spare. That does not by any means put me in the clear.  It took me 3 months to get out of the 180's, remember?  How could you forget? I bitched about it every day.

I got my new meal plan and workout plan today and it seems that Xavy has tightened the reins a little bit. The biggest changes in my workout will come with me working out alone.  It has been months since I have trained on my own and I gave it a test run this weekend.  I got some phone numbers from a couple hot guys. Didn't see that coming.  I'm thinking that it had more to do with not having some beef-cake attached to my hip then it had to do with my weight.  Apparently that makes girls less approachable. lol.  Go figure.  I am going to miss having a built in spotter during my workout.  As clumsy as I am, it makes me a little nervous. I suppose like all other things, I will make it work. The meal plan, well... I am a little bitter about that.  He seems to have gotten some bug up his ass to take away everything that makes this whole process worth doing.  First he makes me workout on my own getting rid of the eye-candy, then his little ass takes away my peanut butter.  I am really really upset about that one.   He did assure me that it will come back in the future but I am not sure if he really is planning it or he anticipates me kicking his ass.

This morning, the only thing that made these changes bearable was what I saw in the mirror.  I found some ab's,  I was starting to see them peek out a few weeks ago but today they are there.  From the looks of it, I have at least 4 that have unpacked and are here to stay.  It is really neat to feel them and be able to see (and touch) the physique that is coming through.  It is starting to become a reality and its no longer as far away as I once thought.

This afternoon, I updated my profile on a trusty dating website.  The rock-climber guy that I met on Friday was indeed a hottie and we had two great dates but ehhh... I'm not seeing it going any where.  The cool thing about updating my profile was that where it gave me the option to specify myself physically, I changed it from "Curvy" to "Fit".  There was nothing in between but I would concider myself much more on the fit end of the spectrum these days.  Hey, what do I have to lose?  One guy that described himself as "Jacked" and had smaller triceps then I did. lol