Took a breather and now able to talk some more

As you may know, I'm doing p90x.  Moreover, I'm on day 18.  Day 18 of I'm-better-than-you-workouts.  The p90x kit comes with 12 different DVDs to promote "muscle confusion" and a book to tell you what workouts to do on which day.  It also comes with a nutrition guide book.  This includes recipes, suggestions, or you can straight up follow exactly what it says every day for 90 days.  It also tells you how much of each food group to eat everyday, and tells you every food and which food group it belongs.  Since I do NOT have a niche for explaining myself well, just know that it is NOT as hard as I just made it seem.  People involved with p90x, feel free to put an appropriate summary in the comments section below.


I've been doing Weight Watchers since I was 6 weeks post partum with this babe.  So when we decided to do p90x, I thought I would couple the nutrition guide with counting points.  I felt a bit leery because if I do something I want to do it right, however, I know that WW works.  I was afraid that I wouldn't lose any weight doing p90x.  In retrospect that is absolutely absurd.  Of course you'll lose weight if you're eating right and working out hardcore.  


The first 10 days I did well with eating my points and p90x nutrition guide.  I was a little overwhelming because I didn't prepare myself for cooking.  I felt like I was cooking all day everyday, hence my house was getting destroyed and I was getting frazzled.


Part of the nutrition that was for me allowed one complex carb a day, which is like a camel that is allowed to store as much water as he pleases without a hump.  I live on simple carbs.  Very simple carbs.  As in cookies.  Anyway, on day 10 I started to notice that I was smelling like cat pee.  I thought this was a great excuse to start eating my carbs again.  You know, just one extra complex carb.  

Have I ever told you that I am all or nothing?  Well I am.  And one extra carb turned into a binge session.  But just one binge session.  "Tomorrow is a new day," me thought. 


Come weigh in a Weight Watchers the next day.  I gained 1.4 pounds.  (re read that 4 times over, because that's what I want to keep typing but am noting that it is becoming a bad habit)  This, my friends, put me in a downward spiral.  I was so confused and so discouraged (I know many of you are going to say it was because I binged the day previous, but I do that before (and after) my weigh ins all the time, and I most often lose).  I felt like I had been working my ass of (literally) and I gained a pound.  My.Life.Was.Over.  (I'm the epitome of "weighty issues.")(no, I don't have an eating disorder. I'm just a disordered person)


Needless to say, I stocked up on SmartOnes desserts and destroyed them.  Every day was Binge Thursday for me last week.  


"I guess," chocolate eclairs hanging out of my mouth, "I'm just gonna be 20 pounds overweight for the rest of my life, Mr Incredible" shoveling a cookie dough ice cream cake into my mouth.  


"Oh, will you stop, Kiera?  I think you look great and I can see improvements already!" 


 Me, shoving reduced fat tortilla chips in my mouth (to counter balance all those sweets) "That's a lie.  I measured and I haven't lost any inches.  Except for 1/4 inch in my left leg."  He rolls his eyes, because I always insist on leaving him speechless then get annoyed that he doesn't have anything to say.


But I stuck with the workouts.  


Today at weigh in I lost three pounds!  So it just took a while for my body to catch up to what I was doing.


To wrap this up, I've decided that I'm quitting Weight Watchers and quitting the scale for a while.  I really do need to focus first on the inches that I'm losing doing p90x, and then of course (so obvious to me now) any extra weight will come off, granted I'm eating right.  So starting tomorrow today (there was one SmartOnes Eclair left, what was I supposed to do?) I'm back on the p90x nutrition.  Onward and upward from here.

At my 30 day pics I may not look like this, though.  Because, I kinda put myself 12 days behind.  Or this (again, I know, I'm obsessing Shandal.)