So I wake up before the alarm clock and feel quite good, jump out of bed like a spring chicken, quick toilet stop and on the scales. Oh my life, my weight is up by 4.4 lbs yet the body fat percentage isn’t looking too bad. So around a week and a half ago I weighed my lowest 125.6lbs, following the contraceptive injection my weight went up to 129 lbs. Now this is normal so I did not panic. However, towards the end of last week before the meltdown that weight gain should have come off. So as of last Sunday (27th Feb) the day of the meltdown I weighed 129 lbs. After two days off from diet and training and 3 days back on I now weigh 131 lbs. So if you look at it from the last weigh in I have only gained 2 pounds, however overall I have gained 4.4 lbs. How I explain this to my weight training coach I am not sure as he is the one that reminds me how fat I am every time I see him.

I have contacted my nutrition coach and sent updated photos. She believes there is still en element of water retention due to stress and hormones but is considering changing my diet and putting me on to carb cycling, which I have never done before. I await her update as she processes all the information I have sent followed by millions of questions.

So starting the day off badly has not dampened my mood which is surprising. A quick fight for the stairway to heaven and faste cardio is completed.

When I got to work I put together a quick comparison picture of last week and this week to see if I look fatter. I don’t think there is much difference, see for yourself (excuse the sweaty, mismatching underwear).

The tanned pic on the left was taken today, the pic on the right was taken last week.

So training session completed with my weight coach, I think I will call him Mr Miserable as most of the time he is. I would like to think that even though he looks miserable he is smiling on the inside. Working back tonight which is normally a killer session with Mr M, part way through he asks me about my weight, so I tell him the latest. He blows out his cheeks like a car mechanic and says nothing else. We discuss the possibility of carb cycling and that now is the time to do something as I am 7 weeks out. I expected him to be absolutely disgusted that I had put on weight but he didn’t seem that bothered, maybe its not that visible to him. I finish the session with a 35 minute fast walk on an incline on the treaders watching some more fitness bods and their latest videos. One explains how being fixated with the scales is not a healthy thing and if you are looking lean to not be too disheartened if the scales don’t move. This cheers me up slightly but still not feeling too good about this weight creep.

Get home to my post workout protein shake and decide to have a double serving as I am starving. Was that the right thing to do? I don’t know but at least it wasn’t something bad. So packing my food and clothes for tomorrow as we are off to the Tattoo Tea Party to watch some power lifting. Finish the evening listening to a meditation clip ready for tomorrow – no extra protein shake and no more sneaky ketchup on my omelette. Must be strict, strict,strict….