Troy is still in the game!
Tom Brady’s performance on Sunday helped. But more than the tease of Super Bowl, the
pressure joy of seeing everyone follow and comment on his progress has been keeping him motivated.
And Troy is inspiring people too! We’re getting calls and texts from friends to report that they went for their first run (shout out, you-know-who), or made a spinach omelette or started a whole food plan or just tried apple cider vinegar for the heck of it. Guys! This is so cool! I am giddy about it! This is my giddy face.
Yeah, I know.
So the progress…
Troy personally feels that his biggest accomplishment thus far is coming home from a Fitwall class and victoriously proclaiming, “Finished the class and didn’t even feel like I was going to puke! Progress!” Fist bump, high five,
nagging supportive spouse kiss. You rock, babe!
One of the hardest things about weight loss is well, it’s hard. And it takes more time than any exercising dieter thinks it should. “Don’t look at the scale!” the professionals scold. But how, when you’re working your butt off, do you not peek at the scale, in the hopes of seeing pounds flying off. Or not flying off.
Troy “peeked”. So far, he’s lost 5 pounds.
But he’s lost 2 inches off his waist. And various other inch-fractions off his body, except his chest and legs. They’ve grown. (How much, you ask? Well, I don’t know. Because, in my single-minded measuring, I didn’t think about the fact he would PUT ON muscle. What a noob.)
He’s also up to 4 pull-ups at a time. Only 4 pull-ups, you say? Try it.
It can’t be that hard, I said. Then I did a single, sorry pull-up, fish-kicking the whole way. (Head hung low)
Troy’s first pull-up.
So we’re truckin! He’s
enjoying tolerating a diet high in veggies and protein without anything processed. It’s not for the sophisticated palette, but he’s a trooper.
He’s also in the Fitwall 6 week challenge so that’s, well, challenging. Walking, running, bike riding, garage gym sessions, he’s doing a bit of everything. Overall, he’s spending his days in motion.
The other day, I had a fussy baby in one arm and a pestering toddler underfoot. The phone was ringing and I had just knocked over the box of granola. Frustration isn’t the right word.
Through this, Troy is nowhere to be found. Typical, I think. I bet he’s hiding somewhere playing solitaire on his phone. Finally, he walks out of the bathroom with a skip in his step.
“Where have you been?!” I snap. Rhetorical question, obv.
“Weight loss program!” he chirps.
And despite myself, I have to laugh. So crass! But he cracks me up.