Another 1.5 pounds down!
Which means I've lost 5.5 pounds in a week. Not too bad, if I do say so myself. I'm back at my low weight for the year.
61 hours into the fast and it hasn't been terribly difficult yet. I've done my own version of greying out a few times (for some reason I lose vision completely in my right eye, but my left is fine) and I've had the house to myself a lot, which means the urge to b/p is always there. I haven't given in. I will not give in.
Now, I know I'm not going to hit 133 by the end of 72 hours, and I know I won't hit it tomorrow morning, either. So the fast extends until I see 133 staring up at me. Or until my mother insists we cook/eat/go out for dinner together. So either way, food will happen Monday at the earliest.
And the day after food happens, the gym will begin happening.
Because as much as I might like feeling light and airy and empty, that's not gonna fly when I start preseason. My school's dance company has us all come back five days before classes start, and in that time we learn a brand new piece, which means 10-4 rehearsal every single day. It's always tough, and I need to be strong for it, not empty.
I'm thinking start 45 minutes on the elliptical, alternating days arm and leg weights, 30 more minutes on the elliptical, then stretching and abs. Every. Single. Day.
Eventually I'll work up to an hour for each elliptical session.
I might add yoga in the mornings, as well.
Because I'll burn around 800 cal in these gym sessions (to begin with, at least), I think I'll let my total intake be something like 750 with at least 80 grams of protein.
I have a plan.
I am seeing results.
I'm going to take this as a cue to be productive in other aspects of my life, as well.