When I stepped onto the scale this morning (anxious to see if I passed my next goal of 275) I glanced down in shock and horror. So, I moved the scale and tried again…and again…and again. The numbers never changed. 277.8 this morning, which is 1.2 pounds UP from my weigh in last week. Most of you can understand how frustrating that is…and I am trying *really* hard not to let it get me way down, but that is hard. I am so upset, honestly. I worked my hiney off this week. I ate everything good, nothing bad. I worked out at the gym four days, and at home/outside two days (today will make the third day of working out at home). Sigh.
I am trying to convince myself that next week will be better (scale-wise, of course). I keep repeating in my head that I have lost over 40 inches and that I am doing good, but it does not seem to provide any solace (right now anyway).
I knew this day would come, I knew it. Now the real obstacle is how I handle it going forward. Usually I would give up, but I do not feel much like doing that. I cannot imagine sitting on my butt watching television eating in the middle of the night. The thought honestly makes me feel a little sick to my stomach. I certainly cannot imagine the thought of not hitting the gym tomorrow evening…I always look forward to that. So, I guess I just keep on going, and see what next Sunday brings.
Although, if I am being 100% honest, I see myself getting on the scale before next Sunday. The anticipation would just drive me crazy.
How did your week turn out?