Weight loss = Muscle loss

I had worked so diligently to get my weight and fitness in order during this past year. Being on Jenny Craig for the first time in over 10 years, was a definate change in my eating habits. It was ever-challenging trying to lose weight as my marathon training was accellerating to “full steam ahead” mode. I was ready for my 1st, of two, 20 mile runs when my injury hit. I had lost about 7 pounds by that point, but my weight had been hovering at that point for several weeks.

Since my injury, my weight had remained stable. I had backed off on the JC plan, eating more meals with the family than not. I continued to watch my portion size and tried to avoid the danger foods. Regardless of my efforts, chips and salsa “moments of weakness” do happen. Dark chocolate still happens too; while exercise rarely does.

I still weigh myself on most mornings, prior to returning the leg to the boot. My weight has been creeping downward ever so slowly. As of today, I’ve lost 10 pounds in total since July. While I want to rejoice at the number, I know deep down that the loss includes some muscle loss. *sigh* I am happy that I am not gaining weight.

I did some abdominal strengthening yesterday prior to booting up. I had planned to use the rowing machine at the YMCA in the nearby town (where BoBo was going to play with the friends that he made prior to us moving from there 2 years ago). Alas, my discovery of YaYa’s lingering, or rather “returning”, ankle problems put a stop to that.

What’s a girl to do? I could do the obvious things like clean my house again, read more of the Memory Keeper’s Daughter, walk the dog, or perhaps get a jump on my holiday shopping. *sigh* All of these ideas, except the final one, are good options. But 1st, I think I will eat some breakfast.