I know the scale is not a true measure of my success but seriously, WTF?!?! Can that stupid thing ever cooperate. I would be totally content in any downward movement of the scale. Even a little ittybitty -0.2 would be better than a gain.
gain, loss, gain, loss, loss, gain, gain, gain, loss
14 weeks and I am only down about 5 pounds. I know, I know, a loss is a loss and at least I am down something. I am making progress in some areas and just because the scale is not very cooperative does not mean I have not been very successful.
In the past 14 weeks, I changed in many positive ways. I have worked on and have been improving my health, physically and mentally. I joined a freaking gym and I have started a new workout plan and I am loving it. Lifting weights has helped me not miss running. Hell, let’s be honest, moving my body without running has made me realize, I don’t really miss running at all. While not perfect, I am learning how to fuel my body. I am eating better, I am not perfect at this but I am making progress. I am eating less sweets and junky foods. And, I am sleeping so much better.
I have lost a few inches across my belly button and boobs.
But the scale has been stubbornly uncooperative.
I am moving on.
I will keep plugging along.
The scale is bound to catch up.
I am going to continue logging my calories on MFP but I will be better about logging my points on WW. I will continue to make better food choices and hopefully, less of the bad choices. I will continue to workout.
I will focus more on my May goals. I have been slacking with the stretching – sort of half-assing it but I know I need to be better at it. My body will thank me and I am sure those few minutes can be meditative if I let it be.