My week of kicking butt
Tunes for Tuesday: Still Into You, by Paramore

Success breeds success

Decided to step on the scale this morning to see how I handled the weekend, and I handled it.

Ladies and gents, I'm now at a lower number than I've seen since the 1990s, and instead of being nervous about keeping this up, I really think I can keep this string going. It feels like I'm really beating the crap out of this setpoint and will be able to push lower.

Digging further into the Withings stats, I've been able to lose this weight without sacrificing lean mass, which is the best way to lose. If you use a scale that only tells you how much you weigh, you're really missing out on the total picture. Frankly, I don't care how much I weigh; I care that I'm losing fat and preserving/gaining muscle.

(Here's the updated version of the scale I use; it even can read your heart rate and the air quality now!)

I mentioned this today to my doctor -- it was time for my yearly physical, and I'd been putting it off for a couple months because, you know, the scale. I wanted the number to be better but my doc was still impressed at the downward trajectory of the chart on his computer screen. I was around 15 pounds lighter than I was last year. 

I asked him if he had any advice on how to keep the snowball rolling downhill and his two suggestions were more protein and more HIIT workouts. 

So this week, I'm letting my results propel me toward greater things rather than cause me to freeze up and stagnate.