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Jul. 9th, 2015 10:11 amContent Notice: This entire post (or the bulk of it) is going to talk about weight and fitness and clothes things. Less food, more exercise, but still, you may (or you may not) want to scroll past.
For future reference: barre exercises
Pliés, 8 each in first, second, third left, third right. Two sets, broken by a language. Four tendus front side back side, port de bras side, up, barre, extend and hold for four front, side, back, side, relevé, other side. Repeat twice both sides, broken by a language. 1 set push-ups, 60 seconds or more balance in... whatever that damn resting knees forward balls of feet position is, look that up. Heels down as far as they'll go. 1 set push-ups. Repeat. Negativa-rabo de raia combination, no traveling, the bed's in the way. Repeat till time for shower. Or until dizzy and falling over on your butt.
Also ALSO. Fucking also. So, ages ago I got my Stitch Fix box (I really am loving these) and I got a pair of black skinny jeans that were the same size as the khaki green ones I'd gotten a while back, but they inexplicably didn't fit me so well around the waist. Serious muffin top, uncomfortable compression around my guts. So fine, I put them in a drawer to sulk for later because goddammit black skinny jeans are my aesthetic, but then when I took them out again a few months ago, still didn't fit.
Took them out today? Fit smooth.
This is doubly awesome because it confirms that the jeans I have now, my usual bootcut, aren't just falling off my hips because they've stretched out to that point, they're also falling because I am, in fact, toning up/shrinking/whatever. Fuck the scale, because it says I'm 2 pounds heavier than my latest average, which is 2 pounds heavier than my last average, I have no idea what the fuck is going on there except maybe PMS bloat/water weight/the mug brownie I had in celebration last night. No idea? But the scale can say what it wants because if I'm heavier but skinnier, I'm 99% sure that means I'm packing on healthy muscle, not extra fat. And Fuck. Yeah. To. That.
Inexplicably I still have a hard time with the one shirt that was tight around the arms, so evidently I haven't lost much of the extra arm flab, the hell's up with that. But the fact that finding that out and being sad and annoyed with myself was immediately followed by oh hey fuck these jeans fit perfectly now, that helped loads. And if I manage to get better about not eating so much pastry and keep doing my push-ups (UGH) and do some general capoeira cardio, I should manage that in maybe another six months? Let's try that for a goal. Let's mark it down in a calendar so I don't forget. Or try ahead of time.
I like capoeira cardio, it's not as fast paced as regular cardio, it builds muscle as well as makes you pant, and I can do it and it takes a hell of a lot longer to start panting and getting dizzy and I don't actually have a full on asthma attack. I also... mmph. Let's face it, my tits are not going to get much smaller than they are, and part of why this shirt fits awkwardly is because of my chest. I mean, if I lose an inch around the arms and chest, maybe two inches around which is both boob and back padding, It should fit fine, but that's going to take a good long while. The last 15-20 pounds are the fucking worst. Still, it feels like regular capoeira was both the physical and the psychological push I needed there to start the downward acceleration, so. Or not! FuckifIknow, given what the scales doing. I'll still take it. It was never about the numbers on the scale anyway, it was always about feeling better and looking better, which is definitely being accomplished.
So. Yep. Jeans. Which is good because a) stitch fix box coming soon and b) most of my main pairs of jeans by now are falling off my ass. I'll probably keep those but the rest of them can definitely get donated now, because if my size 12s are falling off my ass? My size 14s, which have been worn and probably have stretched an inch, are definitely going to be swimming.
I AM SWIMMING IN MY CLOTHES given that my clothes have only gone up since, oh, college, this is fucking amazing. My goal may be to hit a size 10 by Christmas. Maybe. We'll see how this goes and how fast it goes, that was only my third week of capoeira. Also in the plus column, though possibly less to do with fitness and more to do with being smart and taking painkillers: less sore. More able to exercise the next morning. I am a fucking badass.
Also, due to reasons, I have decided that any time my scale shows me a higher result on a day when I'm fitting into clothes I didn't used to, or I have other reasons to think the scale is lying to me or at least deceiving me, I will shout SPIDERS GEORG at it and go about my day. Because that number on the scale is an outlier and should not have been counted. Fuck Spiders Georg.
For future reference: barre exercises
Pliés, 8 each in first, second, third left, third right. Two sets, broken by a language. Four tendus front side back side, port de bras side, up, barre, extend and hold for four front, side, back, side, relevé, other side. Repeat twice both sides, broken by a language. 1 set push-ups, 60 seconds or more balance in... whatever that damn resting knees forward balls of feet position is, look that up. Heels down as far as they'll go. 1 set push-ups. Repeat. Negativa-rabo de raia combination, no traveling, the bed's in the way. Repeat till time for shower. Or until dizzy and falling over on your butt.
Also ALSO. Fucking also. So, ages ago I got my Stitch Fix box (I really am loving these) and I got a pair of black skinny jeans that were the same size as the khaki green ones I'd gotten a while back, but they inexplicably didn't fit me so well around the waist. Serious muffin top, uncomfortable compression around my guts. So fine, I put them in a drawer to sulk for later because goddammit black skinny jeans are my aesthetic, but then when I took them out again a few months ago, still didn't fit.
Took them out today? Fit smooth.
This is doubly awesome because it confirms that the jeans I have now, my usual bootcut, aren't just falling off my hips because they've stretched out to that point, they're also falling because I am, in fact, toning up/shrinking/whatever. Fuck the scale, because it says I'm 2 pounds heavier than my latest average, which is 2 pounds heavier than my last average, I have no idea what the fuck is going on there except maybe PMS bloat/water weight/the mug brownie I had in celebration last night. No idea? But the scale can say what it wants because if I'm heavier but skinnier, I'm 99% sure that means I'm packing on healthy muscle, not extra fat. And Fuck. Yeah. To. That.
Inexplicably I still have a hard time with the one shirt that was tight around the arms, so evidently I haven't lost much of the extra arm flab, the hell's up with that. But the fact that finding that out and being sad and annoyed with myself was immediately followed by oh hey fuck these jeans fit perfectly now, that helped loads. And if I manage to get better about not eating so much pastry and keep doing my push-ups (UGH) and do some general capoeira cardio, I should manage that in maybe another six months? Let's try that for a goal. Let's mark it down in a calendar so I don't forget. Or try ahead of time.
I like capoeira cardio, it's not as fast paced as regular cardio, it builds muscle as well as makes you pant, and I can do it and it takes a hell of a lot longer to start panting and getting dizzy and I don't actually have a full on asthma attack. I also... mmph. Let's face it, my tits are not going to get much smaller than they are, and part of why this shirt fits awkwardly is because of my chest. I mean, if I lose an inch around the arms and chest, maybe two inches around which is both boob and back padding, It should fit fine, but that's going to take a good long while. The last 15-20 pounds are the fucking worst. Still, it feels like regular capoeira was both the physical and the psychological push I needed there to start the downward acceleration, so. Or not! FuckifIknow, given what the scales doing. I'll still take it. It was never about the numbers on the scale anyway, it was always about feeling better and looking better, which is definitely being accomplished.
So. Yep. Jeans. Which is good because a) stitch fix box coming soon and b) most of my main pairs of jeans by now are falling off my ass. I'll probably keep those but the rest of them can definitely get donated now, because if my size 12s are falling off my ass? My size 14s, which have been worn and probably have stretched an inch, are definitely going to be swimming.
I AM SWIMMING IN MY CLOTHES given that my clothes have only gone up since, oh, college, this is fucking amazing. My goal may be to hit a size 10 by Christmas. Maybe. We'll see how this goes and how fast it goes, that was only my third week of capoeira. Also in the plus column, though possibly less to do with fitness and more to do with being smart and taking painkillers: less sore. More able to exercise the next morning. I am a fucking badass.
Also, due to reasons, I have decided that any time my scale shows me a higher result on a day when I'm fitting into clothes I didn't used to, or I have other reasons to think the scale is lying to me or at least deceiving me, I will shout SPIDERS GEORG at it and go about my day. Because that number on the scale is an outlier and should not have been counted. Fuck Spiders Georg.