I showed up to my workout with my food log only 1/2 filled out. I was complaining to him that I hated filling it out because it's getting tedious. For 2 weeks now I've shown up with only 1/2 of the weeks' meals completed. Jess emphatically informed me (and for anyone who meets him, you'll know what a spazzed out Jess is like) that when a person stops logging their nutrition, they've taken their first step to a plateau; that is, no more progress.

I've added an image of Ayers Rock here just for the sake of a visual. Pretty techy, huh?
So as I was struggling my way through the workout, and thinking about what Jess had said about a plateau, I suddenly realized something: I didn't care if I plateaued!! AHHH!! NOOOOOO!! Wait, I mentioned this in my last post, didn't I? About how, since I've weighed around 175 for the past 5 years, I find it totally weird to even imagine myself any lighter than that. I mean, think about it, the last time I weighed in the 160's I was like 19 - a teenager. How could I possibly try to get back down to a teen weight?
I told this to Jess and he nearly died. I told him, because it was the safest way for me to not use it as an excuse, right? I'll tell you the truth - I was already plateau-ing. In my mind I've been using the excuse of doing so well up until this point, and the excuse that my race went well, to justify "taking a week off." I'm admitting it here folks ... I was making up excuses to settle at 175.
So yesterday I recommitted. I've changed the way I'm logging my food so it won't seem so tedious. (I have a really simple day planner that I'm just going to write short notes in, instead of preparing an excel sheet that I have to update constantly.) I'm mixing it up! Recommitted - back to total focus on my goal.
I'm officially a size 12 now. I started out as a tight 14, then got to a nice 14, and now 14s just look baggy and kinda gross. Today I'm wearing a pair of "skinny" jeans that are a size 12 and they're fitting perfectly. I don't even have my love handles hanging over the waist (my sister calls this the muffin-top look.) It's a great fit.
But I'm thinking to myself ... what am I going to do when I get smaller ... I don't own any size 10 clothes ... ?!?!?!?
Here's some pictures at my tri by the way.

This one is a great shot of my gluteus maximus:

And lastly my run picture, which I'm not super fond of, but will post for the sake of posterity:
