I must have developed amnesia when I weighed in Saturday morning. I stepped onto the scale, saw that I had lost one lousy, rotten, measly pound, and was disappointed. And angry. And pissed. One $#@%^$ pound? Really?
Then I remembered that I had been off on Monday and Tuesday for New Year’s, that I ate like a pig, that I continued to struggle on Wednesday, and really didn’t get back on track until Thursday. So honestly, it’s amazing I didn’t have a gain, and I should be thankful for the one pound I managed to lose!
I am just sick of being in the 160’s. I feel like I’ve been here forever (seven weeks, to be exact). Just when I thought I was going to dip into the 150’s, I fell flat on my face and gained like it was my job.
I want to hit the 150’s by next week, so I have one week left to try to make this happen. Problem is, after only losing only one pound this past week, I now have a little over three pounds to go. It’s going to be a challenge, for sure. But I still suspect at least some of that is water weight, and that if I am consistent and work hard this week, I will finally be rid of the weight I had re-gained, will edge down into the 150’s, and will be done with the 160’s at last.
Over the weekend, I ran 11 miles on trails, which was wonderful. (And a bit muddy and messy, but still better than a treadmill or sidewalk). My routine of ice, massage, and compression socks seems to be keeping my plantar fasciitis in check, which is a relief.
I got a lot of exercise in the yard this weekend too. My husband and I raked and bagged leaves, and I have to say, if you end up laughing so hard you can barely work, and something like raking leaves ends up fun just because you are doing it together, then you have a keeper…which I already knew.
Sweat & Sparkle 