Weight: stayed EXACTLY the same. Every day. To the ounce. It’s so weird that it made me wonder if my scale is broken. This in and of itself is not concerning – I’m happy with my weight so neither gaining nor losing is not a problem. BUT
Bodyfat: gained 1.5% It doesn’t sound like a lot but to gain that much fat in one week is a lot. I’m not freaking out about it but it definitely showed me that my new abbreviated routine (AKA the cardio diet – less cardio, more weights) is not working.
What Went Wrong?
Obviously my calories in and out were pretty balanced (zero weight fluctuations – seriously, how weird is that?!). So I can only conclude that dropping some of the cardio appears to have impacted my fat-burning system.
A wise and very fit friend (who is also a personal trainer) told me that my problem is too much time spent in my high heart rate zones. She said I need to train more in my lower zones, where more fuel comes from fat. That’s right, we’re back to the fat-burning myth
. You all know how I feel about the “fat burning zone” and yet this friend is so very smart and so very fit that I want to believe her. If this had come from anyone but her, I’d blow it off. But since what I’m doing is obviously not working, time for a new experiment!
If you have any insight as to what went wrong, PLEASE feel free to share.
A Tale of Two Numbers
All of this, combined with my last few posts about eating disorders, has given me a lot to think about. So for my new experiment, I’m going to do something that frankly I find very uncomfortable: I’m giving up my numbers. That’s right – all of them. I’m not weighing, measuring or counting anything for a week. (Well except weight reps, I’ll still be counting those because, well, the other people on the weight floor already think I’m insane. Don’t need to add more fuel to that fire!)
I’m going to work out and do whatever feels good. I’m going to gauge my intensity by perceived exertion rather than my not-so-trusty heart rate monitor. I’m not going to care about the number on the scale. For a whole week. Gym Buddy Allison has also agreed to go along with this. Really, I should rename her Good Sport Allison for putting up with all of my antics.
We’ll see what happens.
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