No pain, no gain?

Week one down and OMG! I hurt. Oh man, do I hurt. I am hurting in places where I did not even know that I had muscles.

Ok, here are my official measurements. (NOTE: I was supposed to get measured on Monday 9/8 but they were booked up and I have worked out everyday this week and counted my calories)

Chest: 32 (No surprise, I was just measured at Victoria's Secret a few weeks ago)
Waist: 32 (Yikes!!!)
Butt/ Hips: 36
Weight: 117 (I was 120 on Saturday 9/6)
Height: 5'1" (Not really, but I am accountant so I round up! ;))
BMI: 22.7
Body Fat % (BF%): 30%

OMG, I am a fatty. I need to lose 6 pounds in fat and my goal is to gain 4 pounds of muscle. Since muscle weighs more then fat, I will probably weigh about the same that I do now.

I talked to the nutritionist since I am not getting enough protein. I am also severely restricting and topping off my day at less then 1000 calories. I should not be eating less then 1200 calories. She told me to eat an egg (yolk and all) and have a glass of whole or 2% milk. I can also add sashimi and some red meat. Normally, they would advise no more then 3 ounces of red meat but said if I am really low on protein for the day to go up to 5 ounces of red meat. I can also add a protein shake or bar. I was eating peanuts to get protein and stopped since they are high in fat. She said it was ok to put them on my salad or eat peanut butter, but everything in moderation of course.

I will be working out again tomorrow morning in my Pussy Cat dance class. We are dancing to "Labels or Love" by Fergie. Its a cute song. The dance seems rather technical right now. Between Go-Go class and this one, I am learning some great moves. I love dancing and being sassy, even if its for 2 hours a week. To be honest, I am amazed that I made it through this week.

On a side note, I still can't handle pregnancy announcements. Unless of course they are from an IF'er. I want to say "big whoopdy do!" when I hear about this person or that stranger getting knocked up. I want to say, "wow, its no surprise that a fertile person got knocked up!" But, I don't since I would have to explain myself. Nothing like saying to the shocked news announcer, "I am bitter and barren, thank you very much for pouring salt into my wound" to turn the so-called "happy" news into sour news. Seriously though, I don't want to hear it. Walk a mile in my shoes then we'll celebrate your happy news. In the meantime, keep it to yourself. Yes, I am extra bitter these days since I am approaching the 3 year mark of trying. I was so innocent and naive when I thought it would happen so easy. I can't even open the drawer where I stashed baby items for my future baby without keeping shaky and sick to my stomach.

Back to boot camp. I am setting a new goal for myself. I want to look good enough to wear a bikini when we go on our cruise. I haven't wore a bikini on a vacation since Scott took me to Hawaii...in 2005. I mean I have put one on, but I felt so damn sexy in Hawaii. I want to feel that way again. I may even need to sign up for another 4 week session to get that goal achieved but I will do it. Plus, I am not trying at all this cycle (heal uterus, heal!) so I haven't even thought about CM or CP or Preseed. It's not been too good for my sex life since I am too sore to be adventurous and too tired to do much more then the basics, but we are managing. There is nothing wrong with a little vanilla every now and then! ;) Hee hee.

I am also trying not to shop, or even browse too many catalogs. I figure, if I do lose weight and/or inches, I may not fit into clothes that I buy now in a few weeks anyways. Now shoes on the other hand...well, I need to get me a new pair and feed this shoe craving of mine!