So I started 12 weeks ago today. Jeez. Can't beleive that was 12 weeks ago. The past 2 weeks have been ok. Better than the weeks before. I kind of adjusted to not having carbs in my diet. Though I was more easily fatigued during training and couldn't really go as hard as I was before. Simon was endlessly patient. I swear that man is a saint.
I killed myself for the last 2 weeks. Cut carbs down to nothing. Trained 8 days solid, including one day sick as a dog, had 1 day off, and trained the last 7. All the way through. In the last 2 weeks I was running less, but rowing harder and getting out of the seat on the bike, up to maximum levels the machine gave me.
I went shopping for dresses 2 weeks prior to the end of the challenge. Found myself a cute little dress. But the size 12 wouldn't do up. I went back a few days later (after payday) and tried them on again. No change. So I bought the 14. It was a little big around the ribs, but the 12 just.would.not.do.up. The last Thursday I tried it on again, just to see how it looked. And it gaped. Massively. About 2 inches away from my back. So I bloody had to go change the dress again.
Last night was tough. I wasn't allowed any liquids. Not even water, after 5pm. Which kinda sucked, cuz I train at 6.30. So I had half a bottle of wate in my cardio routine prior to training. I was taking mouthfuls. When I got to training, Simon said no. Not even mouthfuls. So I had to tip out my lovely, full half bottle of water. Dinner was a tin of tuna, lettuce, onion, and celery. And not much of that. I was flip flopping between feeling nauseous from excitement, and nauseous from nerves. Or maybe I was just nauseous from extreme hunger and thirst. Who knows? After training, they were playing really trippy music videos. It was a completely surreal experience.
The last session was a biggie. We did boxing, absolutely smashed the cardio. I did my own full set, followed by arms and abs on the machine. I was exhausted, but kind of zen. What was done was done. Nothing more I could do. But the nerves still jangled, so I cleaned. The floors, my sheets, dusted the cobwebs, cleaned the light fittings. Yes. The light fittings. I organised my cupboards too. Took all of my flours, sugars etc, and put them into containers. Seriously. I went OCD. I was still up at 1am doing my nails.
This morning the plan was to get up early, straight to the gym (not hard, couldn't have anything to eat or drink) and into the sauna. Had my weight and measurements. I was supposed to head out to breakfast with Simon, but the girls doing the measurements were running late, and he had a client. Anyway. I had museli with banana, strawberry, yoghurt and a drizzle of honey. With a chocolate milkshake with an extra shot of coffee. And it was DIVINE!!! But totally too much for my poor shrivelled stomach. So I sat in the restaurant and rang people until I felt a little better. Then I went grocery shopping and bought sugar, butter, avocado, banana and yoghurt. I'm going to bake bikkies tomorrow. And take them to work to feed the guys there to apologise for being a shit over the past few weeks. And I got soo many compliments wjile I was out. My dress, my shoes, my eyes. I even got told that I should go to the beach and wear a bikini. Thanks, but I'll pass on the bikini.
The measurements themselves were quite good. As soon as we'd done the weight and cm measurements (and while they were doing skin fold testing) I pulled out my phone and ran through the numbers. When I figured out how much I'd lost, I sort of paused a moment, and said it aloud softly. And one of the girls there started crying. I had to ask if it was me or something else she was crying at. Lol. It hit me when I rang mum though. I knew I'd end up crying. At breakfast, when I was talking to Dad. I told him that he was my inspiration halfway through. And I did tear up a little bit.
So. In pictures, we have my results
August 1st. Just before the challenge started. Weighing 82.9kg. I started the challenge at 82.3kg.
Chest: 101 cm
Waist: 83 cm
Hips: 108 cm
Thigh: 64cm
Arm: 32cm
Approximately a size 16
This one is from September 27. Just after the first weigh in.
76.5kg.
Chest: 96.5cm
Waist: 79cm
Hips: 105cm
Thigh: 62cm
Arm: 32cm
Loss of muscle, as well as fat.
approximately size 14
This is me today.
68.8kg.
Chest: 92 cm (-9)
Waist: 73 cm (-10)
Hips: 100 cm (-8)
Thigh: 59 cm (-5)
Arm: 29 cm (-3)
Size 10-12.
I was buying shirts in smalls and extra smalls for 4-6 weeks. Jeans in size 12, and belting them up. But I still saw myself as a size 16 in my head. When I took that last photo, I fell to my knees and started crying. It really hit that that is how I look.
