fat to fit… the thrill of victory; the agony of defeat

First, let’s celebrate the victory: 13 of the thyroid nightmare pounds are GONE! 12 to go to be back where I was pre- thyroid nightmare.

Now, the next challenge or better known as the defeat: I not only tore my meniscus in my right knee; I also tore my ACL in my right knee. Just when I was ready to see these muscles I’ve built burn fat like crazy, my workouts get put on hold! What?! Will this ever end? My trainer has given me some things to do; upper body, stationery bike, etc…

I know I will get through this and what doesn’t kill me will only make me stronger. On the bright side a friend recently commented on how ACL tears are injuries of athletes… well, I guess I’ll take that as a compliment!
Keep me in your thoughts and prayers as I visit the surgeon and keep my food intake under close scrutiny. Since I am unable to push myself to a great cardio burn; I need to make sure I am pushing back my plate!

that was close… I almost moved in to a cupcake shop!

Ever felt like what’s the use? I certainly have. I have continued to work with a trainer for 9 months now. I also have taken my healthy eating to a new level. I was drinking Shakeology 1-2 times a day and trying to eat glutten free the rest of the time. My trainer was pushing me to workout with even heavier weights. Build muscle, it burns fat you know! Yes, I know, but it stopped working for me. Several months ago my weight loss came to a screeching halt. Now that in and of itself is somewhat of a concern, but then the unthinkable happened… I started to gain. WHAT?! I am the only person in the world who gains weight after being on a fitness kick for almost a year, working out faithfully and eating right. So as I began to explore my options on how to handle this I came up with a list of possibilities:

1. move into Sara Sara Cupcakes and eat myself into oblivion, if I’m gonna gain weight I should at least get to eat some sweets!

2. crawl in bed, pull the covers over my head and pretend it is all a bad, bad dream…

3. whine, complain, cry, moan, gripe and be an all around putz to live with…

4. work harder, eat less, play the martyr…

5. go to the doctor and see if there is a reason for this weight loss nightmare

I actually did all of the above, except for the cupcake shop thing, and I finally found that number 5 was my answer.

It seems I have moved into that wonderful time of life where we can begin to blame illness on our age. This simply means that I am getting OLD! In my case, I joined the ranks of women around the world who have a thyroid gland that quits functioning in mid life. I am achy, tired, worn out, emotional, tired, frustrated, tired, not sleeping well, and did I mention tired! Good news is that there is a fix. Frustrating news is that it will take a month or two or three before I begin to fully experience the results of my medication. I am so relieved. I choose to believe that working out and eating right saved me from a disaster of a weight gain. Where would I be if my thyroid had stopped functioning before I started working out? Let’s not even go there! I am so excited to see what will happen once all this muscle I have been building gets a boost from my metabolism and I turn into a fat burning machine!
Greg was expressing how he felt bad that I had to go through all the emotions and struggles of the past few months when the thought hit me, “all this struggle will just make the victory that much sweeter”! Since moving into the cupcake shop is no longer an option, I guess sweet victory is the only sweet I’m craving!