I have been on track with eating for the last few days. I started my running plan. But I've still been feeling a bit "blah". I think it's because I've been wanting the weight loss to happen more quickly.
Anyhoooo. I decided to hop on the scale this morning (two days earlier than scheduled) to see if I was making progress. Thought it would motivate me a bit.
The EVIL scale tells me that I'm up TWO pounds from last week. TWO POUNDS.
Why, why, why did I get on the scale? I'm so crushed. And I know the scale is evil. I know I'm doing all the right things. I know, I know, I know. But I'm still so annoyed. I am working SO hard here.
Despite that, I'm not going to drown my frustrations in chocolate. I'm going to lace up my shoes and head off to my turbo fit class. And I'll work hard. But I'll definitely be wishing there was a punching bag or something. I could use a bit of letting off some steam.
I'm never weighing in early again.