My scale must have malfunctioned this morning. My eyes must have been bleary.
So I stepped off the scale, reset it and stepped back on again.
Nope, that number is accurate: 127.5 pounds.
Cue "Home Alone" face!
I realize that my Ironman training has picked up in volume and intensity over the past couple weeks. But I've experienced harder workouts over a longer period and kept my weight in the 130s neighborhood. What has changed? I don't feel like I look any different than I did before. I'm consuming the same quantity of food and water each day. At least it seems that way.
I've even included ice cream more often in my diet. With Coach Gerardo's blessing even!
As you can tell, I'm a bit concerned. I've always been skinny and I think I'm tapping into some insecurities from elementary, junior high and high school. Hell, in college my first fraternity pledge name was Twiggy. So today I've been on an eating binge. A food assault. French toast, three scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast. An apple for a snack. A huge plate of Mediterranean food for lunch. A banana for a snack. A large dinner with Stephanie shortly. Do I need snacks in between my snacks? One thing I will be returning to are my homemade protein shakes: Jay Robb whey protein (chocolate), flax seed oil, frozen fruit, and peanut butter. That will hopefully pack on the pounds once again. And by "pack," I really only mean three to five extra pounds.
As I mentioned in last evening's blog post, I've lost almost 10 pounds during my Fortius Coaching experience. But that's not the whole story. Since I returned to a healthy, fitness-driven lifestyle at the end of 2007, I've dropped close to 30 big ones.
Now, I'm afraid of losing too much weight. I need a little bit of fat for that 140.6 leviathan coming soon. Maybe my decrease in weight has affected my training performance? Could that be why I bonked so hard last Sunday? I'm not sure there's a connection there, but I think my weight loss is a contributing factor.
So if you're meeting up with me over the next few days and a restaurant is involved, I'd suggest warning them that a ravished mad man is about to descend upon them. And G-d help them if it's a buffet.
I'm about to declare war on food. And nothing, especially my own kitchen, is safe.
99 days and counting.
(Man, seeing double-digits is weird!)