Oh, and I PASSED. I PASSED. I PASSED. WooHooo! I PASSED!
And you had doubts? Shame shame. Okay, maybe it was me that had the doubts. I did. I'll admit it. Self study has never been a strong point for me, NEVER. I procrastinated on the studying because I just felt like I didn't understand anything I was reading and it wasn't getting any easier as I made my way through the material. It seemed to be at the level of a pre-med student and I had never seen any of those terms before in my life. Well, apparently it stuck in my brain without my knowledge or awareness because I PASSED.
You know what this means right? You get it? I'm now a Certified Personal Trainer through the American College of Sports Medicine. What what? Oh ya. That's right. It's true. I speak the truth.
Next step?
PUNK ROPE...Seattle, Seatle....Punk Rope. Seattle is the home of oh so many rock legends and Punk Rope is the fitness craze that celebrates said legends with some good ole fashioned sweaty fun. (Not that kind of sweaty fun, get your minds outta the gutter...Pervs). Charmed I'm sure. So nice to meet you.
Where to start? I've got a whole list of ideas rockin' and rollin' right here in my pocket. You want a hint? Just a little one? Okay, I'll give you a tiny little hint because I just love you all so much.
Y....M.....C.....A? Maybe. Roller Derby? Maybe. Seattle music scene? Maybe.
This weekend was alive with all kinds of fun and interesting developments in the life of Salina. Sorry...third person irritates me. I have no idea why I just did it. It'll never happen again, cross my heart. (too much coffee)
ACSM
Punk Rope
Derby (secrets)
Gardening adventures
Family stuff
Another new book - Grapes of Wrath (loving it)
Weekend getaway planning
Guitar lesson
Grocery shopping - am I the only person on the planet that enjoys grocery shopping?
Golfing
Oh...and weigh in day. Duh!
Okay so lets talk about weigh in day for a moment shall we? I'm really not feeling very fond of weigh in day lately. Actually I'm beginning to think that weigh in day might just have a little chip on the shoulder or secret grudge. I really don't appreciate the attitude problem, that's for sure.
Last week: 163.6
This week: 163.6
Seriously? Yes! How rude.
My calorie deficit totaled 4,400 this last week. I ate pretty damn good if I do say so myself and I was definitely active. So what's the problem? Why the sticky scale?
My thought is STRESS. In past years, my body has shown a lack of willingness to weather stressful times with grace. Oh I could tell you some stories about how I have failed miserably to deal with stress appropriately. I won't bore you with the gory details though. Perhaps I will share them with you in a different post. Would you like that?
Well, since the scale was not being a friend to me this weekend, I decided it was time to pull out the measuring tape and see what I could see. Wanna know what I saw?
In light of this occassion, I felt it necessary to add another tab to my tracking spreadsheet just to see how my measurements and weight have changed over time. Ready?
How ya like that? I like it a lot. I'm down in every area. Just a note on the "waist" measurement: That is the measurement of the smallest part of your midsection above the belly button whereas the "abdomen" measurement is directly over the belly button.
I'm down a total of 11.25 inches and 15.8 lbs. If that's not something to celebrate then I don't know what is. The scale will catch up eventually but as you can see, it doesn't always tell the truth about what is happening with my body.
