Week 25 begins

I weighed myself this morning at 155 and as it's higher than I was a couple of weeks ago I still cringe but then I remember I've gained muscle from my workouts!

Breathe Trina.....breathe. It's okay.

I'm 8-10 lbs away from goal. Breathe Trina.

I made it through a huge event last week too. I wrote about it on the Facebook IP Lifestyles page and got great support as well as insight and perspective too. I needed that because I tend to get too focused on the 'poor me' thing.

The 'pizza incident': my MIL insisted on pizza for her final night with us before heading back to Cali for the rest of winter and spring. She'll be back for summer as it's too hot for her and there is no A/C in her house. (I know..... every house in Socal should have A/C. Not a big deal since we can take her though.) So she wanted pizza. Mark suggests we get it from my favorite pizza joint. MY FAVORITE PIZZA. I have managed to avoid pizza in my house for 6 months. My last slice of pizza was on August 2nd. I remember this because it was my last hurrah weekend before starting IP. Pizza was on my list as well as alcohol (many vodka drinks and champagne at my cousin's wedding!) and other wonderful taboo items. I agonized over this pizza thing and told her I couldn't eat it. BUT THAT DIDN'T STOP HER FROM WANTING IT. So I had to go get the frickin' pizza! Do you know how mad I was????? I was spitting nails mad. So I order the pizza, pick up Mark at the ferry and then we still had to wait more than 45 minutes for this God damned pizza. Then, the agonizing drive home having to breathe through my mouth so I didn't have to smell MY FAVORITE PIZZA.

Mark even tells her we had to wait over an hour for the pizza because it's Friday night and this pizza place is the most popular place in the county. And then he tells her "you know, this is tough on Trina because this is her favorite pizza in the whole world. And she's had pizza in New York and Chicago and THIS IS HER FAVORITE. She has avoided this restaurant for 6 months because this is really hard on her".  I get a little sympathy but VERY LITTLE.

GOD DAMN IT. I hated this woman so much. I wanted to scream "FUCK YOU!" at her and slam the door and leave the house for the night. Seriously.  But I didn't. I completely ignored the pizza. I fought through it. I did not cheat.  I ate left overs. The damn left overs that she should have been eating because I made this meal for her. GOD DAMN IT.

I DID NOT CHEAT. I WON.

Breathe Trina.

We sent my MIL home on Saturday. I am so relieved. And no, I don't hate her. She drives me crazy but I don't hate her. Mark has been eating the damned pizza. I sent the rest off with him this morning for his lunch. The cursed food is out of my house for good. I wanted it.... but I did not eat it.  Well...truth be told, I ate 2 little pieces of olives off of it. No cheese, no sauce. Just olives. It was good. REALLY GOOD. 

I've started 'coaching' or mentoring several people who are doing IP or an alternative low carb version. Not trying to make money as I'm not a professional. I just want to help others know they are not alone and that even when the going does get tough, you will get through it. Hell, I still go through hills and valleys because it's a DIET. Our bodies do not do what we expect because they're hormonally driven machines. Can't predict them from day to day unfortunately.

Anyway, I have been staying at a higher weight (about 2 lbs higher than my lowest recorded weight) but my coach figured it's added muscle from my workouts. Grateful that I have more muscle now because that means I will burn more calories and that means more fat is burned since I'm in ketosis. Yay.  My skin seems to be bouncing back better now as well. Our skin doesn't tighten up as well as we age so it seems my moisturizing (with coconut oil and olive oil) plus taking collagen seems to be helping me. Double yay!

On to week #25. The end of the tunnel is finally visible. Only 8-10 lbs of fat and 3-5% body fat to go.