My body shape has undergone a rapid change. My Googledocs spreadsheet tells me I've cycled 333 miles since 28th July, which frankly, isn't that much, but since I seem to be incapable of cruising without pushing myself to the point where I'm feeling a real sense of pull in my legs, I think this may have produced what I perceive to be a fairly drastic short term change.
My leg shape is far more defined, and that long, thick top muscle you get when cycling is really beginning to stand out. Underneath the thigh there's a big knot of muscle which is rapidly reducing the layer of lard on top. In fact, the lard seems to be, tide like, shrinking back up the leg, and realistically cannot now be seen around the knee.
My poor bloated abdomen has basically removed the bloating completely from the top, where the diaphragm is, and what fat there is is basically centred around the hips/arse/bellybutton area in a classic pear shape.
I'm suffering the consequences though. My skin has turned back in to the post-birth "crepe" variety, where the destroyed bits of collagen sort of collapse in on themselves a bit, and the whole skin region becomes (oh, this sounds so revolting) all sort of 'baggy'. Not much though - still a long ways to go - lots of lard (or 'batteries') left to go - but now, as well, a distinct flop on the front which is in some ways REVOLTING to think about.
Please, body, ignore the destroyed collagen and all that gubbins, and shrink down slowly as my actual lard-free body is revealed gently. Please let me not have a bloody great fold of skin on the front of my belly, which will either require surgery, or a strong stomach to simply accept, for the rest of my hopefully slightly less lardy days.
btw, only my Mother and my husband have complimented me thus far but, I say, gritting my teeth, that's "OK". As long as I simply continue with the biking, my end goal is to be, by this time next year, a comfortable size 14, which is my natural size. Even when I was a runner, and thus the fittest person in the whole wide world, I had to starve myself for a couple of weeks before I could get in to a decent size 12 dress. I *seeeeeeeeem* to be close to settling back in to size 18, although of course, whilst i'm happily in some size 18 clothes, I can't even zip up some others. this suggests to me that the more honest size 18 clothes give it away. I need to keep going. If I was definitely able to just slip in to anything size 18 though, guess what - size 16 as an interim goal is NOT THAT DIFFICULT - Woohoo! So well worth keeping up the huffnpuff cycling.
I'm not dieting, obviously. Well - I tell a lie. I've made one change simply because I now can, whereas I've never been able to before. Sainsburys now sells skimmed Goats Milk. I'm eating approx 1 muffin a week at work, and still doing approx 1 bar of dark chocolate in a big blurt over a couple of days once a fortnight. You know, I really do feel that conceptualising yourself in to a guilty space and feeling that the things you enjoy are basically wrong is a stupid nonsense. Particularly if you're a vegetarian in the first place. Subtle and gentle modification at best.
But I absolutely refuse to become all weight conscious. Probably because I think if I weighed myself I'd keel over in shock... well, maybe. I dislike weight as a measure *enormously*. I think it's a complete load of bollocks which cannot be used as a measure of how fit you are, unless the visual evidence of fat-arseness is so apparent that, you know. You're having difficulty getting winched out of bed in the morning. Muscle tone and healthy diet is what it's all about, dudes. Exercise is king!
Smug self satisfaction is also king this afternoon. Ha - wait till I hit size 14. then I really will be lecturing the world on my amazing modern life survival skills.