Crap, you have got to be kidding.
As you can see I have started a series of entries.
So it is finally Saturday and time to sort myself out for the gym. I didn’t have anything to eat of drink (it was suggested to not have anything, I normally have a glass of water and 1/2 glass OJ) I had made cards for the girls with an inspirational message in it and also had a motivating versed magnet for each of them. So was finishing to sort that out, pack the bag including clothes for after the gym as have a birthday party to go to.
I got picked up which was a little late so we wouldn’t be there on time for the 9.30am weigh in, but wouldn’t be far behind. We walked in and were given a dirty look for being late. Well Carl is tough he pulls no punches and told us how it is. We took off our sox and shoes and each took our turn on the scales. Sarie was first now she hasn’t even had a day off in three weeks. She lost weight but gained fat % (what this comp is counting our losses on is the fat %). She was annoyed and our team leader was really encouraging her. I was next and I too lost weight I think 1.6kg (don’t trust me on this) I had also gained .5%. I was nearly in tears. I had worked harder than ever, physically, mentally and eating wise. I thought what in the world is this about. I got no support though.
The other 2 girls also lost weight but gained fat. So Carl asked if we were hydrated or dehydrated. I said dehydrated and normally hydrated. One girl had taken a pill to dehydrate her, which she was told off for. Carl said you have to do the same each week or it is inaccurate. Well I left disheartened and annoyed beyond words, I couldn’t believe it. We were told to carry on how we were with the eating plan and exercise.
We then went to do a Fight Do session. It was great a little like TurboJam except different routine. I couldn’t see the instructor and unfamiliar with his routine so took a bit to much concentration. Would be interested to do it again though.
I got dropped at the party and got chatting and was fine until the food came out and I nibbled. More food came out and the platter was put in front of me and I ate more. Wedges and sour cream. I felt yuck afterwards. Dinner I had McDonald’s. I thought stuff it being good doesn’t help so why not indulge for one day and then get back on the horse. It was great.
I went to go to bed but decided to check out the points values to my food for the day, I think it was the guilt rearing it’s head. I was over my daily points but had points available to use from earlier in the week and exercising. I went to bed and couldn’t sleep as was hot and my mind was racing.