I mentioned the spouses' weight loss challenge in the last post. The first part of this challenge involved seeing one of two fitness coordinators in Okinawa to get our weight and body fat percentage documented. As I'm not in Okinawa, I went to the nearest military base and asked at the gym if someone could help me out. Which is how I ended up this morning in the Bod Pod, which would measure my body fat. You can't have anything to eat or drink first, meaning I had to face this number, for the first time in my life, without the benefit of coffee. Outrageous.
While not pleasant, I can't say it was that much of a surprise. I'm aware that I waved goodbye to a normal BMI for my height about four pounds ago, so finding that I was just a little bit into the above healthy range for body fat confirmed what I already knew. Though I did not know that this range is called "excessive fat" on the body fat percentage scale. I could have gone on quite happily without knowing that bit of information. Not that my jeans haven't been screaming EXCESSIVE FAT at me for at least a month now.
The weight loss challenge costs $20 per participant, we report our weight loss or gain once a week, then whoever does the best by December 1 gets all of the money. I say "does the best" because I don't actually know whether it's pounds lost, % improvement in body fat, or some combination. I would very much like to win (SHOE MONEY TO-NIGHT!) but really am just glad to be getting a kick in the butt from participating.
Because while I have tons of time to work out these days, I've been slacking. I run a couple of times a week, but my running buddy is slower and needs more walk breaks than I do, so I'm not pushing myself. (Slower running buddy is still much better than no running buddy.) I haven't had a race coming up and it's just SO HOT. AND HUMID. But we're planning to sign up for a half-marathon in late October, so training for that will start in August. And I've committed to doing the evil, horrible, super-effective Stew Smith 3-5 Mile Training Plan again, this time with a med school classmate of Raj's who now lives on Okinawa. I'm a bit nervous about that because it was definitely killer the last time and I was in a lot better shape back then.
(Back then being all the way back in December, seven months ago. Sad how quickly the muscle mass and endurance goes, considering the hard battle to earn it in the first place.)
We'll be through the bulk of the Stew Smith program before half-marathon training begins, so there won't be a lot of overlap and I assume the half-marathon training will be conducted at a leisurely pace. The bigger trick may be the scheduling of both activities when it's not super-horrible outside. I also plan to go back to using My Fitness Pal to track calories. It worked really well for me, back when I was good about using it.
As always, it's all about accountability for me, since I'm pretty much completely lacking in self-discipline. Want to get in shape for the first time ever? Sign up for a half-marathon and face down being completely humiliated. Want to write a novel in a month? Put up a word counter on my blog and even more effectively, live with a friend of almost two decades who is also a coach and not shy about telling me to GET BACK TO WORK. Want to lose weight for the wedding? Buy a dress a size too small and leave myself no option but to fit into it.
So we have the weekly weigh ins, the upcoming half-marathon, the friend who will be expecting me at the track for speedwork, the online calorie police, and you. Yes, you, Internet! Starting with my weigh in next week, I'll post pounds lost or gained in the sidebar. (Not my weight, because while I apparently love me some internet humiliation, even I have my limits.) I'm going to go ahead and start right away despite the fact that I don't see it going well for the next couple of weeks due to Texas-related social eating. You can all feel free to yell EXCESSIVE FAT at me if you think it'll help. Clearly I've been ignoring my jeans for a while now. (Two words: yoga pants.)
I've also just ordered myself a (smoking hot) too small dress so it may mock me from my closet. I was going to post a link to it for all of you, but then I thought maybe it would be better to make all of us wait until I can post a photo of me fitting into it. (By the time Raj comes home? Let us hope.) So you'll just have to stay tuned.
And now I'm off to Chipotle. Followed by chocolate cake at Carino's. Neither of which we have in Okinawa, so lay off, alright? Calorie tracking begins tomorrow.