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We had Blueprint for Wellness screenings today. I wasn't too happy about my 140/98 blood pressure, which I can't explain because I've been eating right and exercising A LOT. But I weighed even less today than yesterday -- at least on the screeners' digital scale: 196 even.
I'm afraid of weighing in on the school's scale, which is off. If it did say my current weight is 196 -- that would be a five-pound drop from last time. It would be awesome! But I'm not going to hold my breath.
I told MPT about my weight loss. She became so excited, she insisted that I finish 100 sit-ups/crunches and 25 PERFECT push-ups, and to check in with her when I had done them. This wasn't exactly the pat on the back that I expected, but I think that's her way of expressing happiness. I don't know when she thinks I'm going to get these sit-ups done, but the last time I attempted 40, I thought I was going to develop a hernia. And my definition of a perfect push-up is if, on my way down to the floor, there was a banana split ice cream waiting for my face, or an apple pie I can eat when my nose hit the floor.
It has occurred to me not to update Angel about my weight loss, but she can already see it before I say it. I see her watching everybody at bootcamp. One day she told me she saw a particular camper "struggling," and I was like, "No, she's always run really fast, Angel."
"Yeah, but she was out of breath. She couldn't really keep up. You can't hide that from me." I had no clue. All along, I always thought everyone else coped with the exercises better than I could.
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