I hate the first of the month. (Weigh day.)
I should look forward to it, because I should be seeing the scale move, with all the dieting and working out I’m doing, but I’m not.
Instead, I saw TWO FREAKING POUNDS gained.
What the hell?
And then, trying to regain my composure, I taped myself, because often times you’ll see no weight change but you’ll lose inches. I grew even more despondent. Little to no change there, either.
I feel changes happening in my body, but no measurable difference? Really?
Other than the fact that I’m sick right now, I feel like I’m doing well, and I feel great for eating so well, but dammit, WEIGHT GAIN? NO CHANGE?
By this point back in 2009, I was welllll on my way to losing it all, having already lost 25 pounds after FOUR months. This time, it’s been four months and I’ve only lost four pounds.
Four. Freaking. Pounds.
I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, but I do know that I feel like I’m never going to get it back.
I can’t even begin to explain what I’m feeling right now, other than like a big fat FAILURE.
