Last week, Wednesday. after kata class and during the beginning of full contact, Shihan had some people from the Reliv company come and do body fat measurements. I went first so I could get back to training. I stood on a scale with a metal plate and held these handles that came up from the scale. They input my age and height and the machine spit out a bunch of numbers.
Funny thing, when I told the lady my age, Jared says, "you are not 39, Patty. cut it out!" I looked at him and could tell he really thought I was messing around. So I didn't say anything, and neither did anyone else, but I did smile.
After we did bag work and every one else had their chance to get weighed, we gathered around the three salespeople. They explained the paperwork a bit and then handed out our worksheets with our numbers. I did not do as well as I thought I would.
First the good stuff, because I like the good stuff. My total percentage of body water was %49, which is really good seeing how I just finished two hours of working out. My BMR (Basal Metabolic Rate) is 1632 calories, which is just the number of calories I need to live. If i did watch my caloric intake, that is a pretty good amount of food. A lot of 'diets' have ladies eating 1200 calories or less. My Bone mass is about average and I have a muscle weight of 113 pounds. My overall body fat percentage wasn't as horrible as I thought it was. It is 34.4%, which is only four tenths above normal.
Now for the bad. My physique rating was a '3', which meant 'solidly built', high body fat and high muscle mass. I hate the 'high' body fat thing. I also ballooned up to 182 and I have a metabolic age of 48. I don't want to be 48.
I don't want to be ruled by a number, any number. I don't want to count calories. I don't want to weigh myself everyday. Even new clothes sizes can't tell you a whole story because every company's clothes runs bit different. However not seeing any numbers doesn't make my pants fit any better.
I think the emotional rollorcoaster I have been on is not helpful to my waistline. From the huge highs of winning the world's, to the lows of saying goodbye again to my husband, I am a wreck. (The husband got to come home for a few days before his unit goes overseas.) Plus all the things that go into becoming a single parent for the next year.
Tomorrow I will double the efforts in eating right. Healthy foods, chewing slowly, and as soon as I think I might be full, I stop. If I am still hungry after a while, I will eat, but only if i am truly hungry. I also have to be consistant with the morning workouts. not to lose weight, but to be a better fighter.