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Happy but....

I was down another 0.4 pounds this week. So it's 177.8 total

Yes, it's a loss. Yes, I wish it were more. Yes, I would give anything right now to get away from the 170s (where I've been for WEEKS now). Somehow, these 5 pounds between 175 and 180 have just not been gliding off as easily.

And yes, I'm a bit frustrated.

I don't know what else to do. I'm sticking to my daily points, and even (gasp!) using flex points or trading in exercise points on occasion. I'm exercising a minimum of 5 days a week, and walking about 2 miles per day. I'm drinking the water, and getting in the fruits and veggies, and doing every thing I should be.

I stepped on the scale yesterday morning. I was 2.8 pounds down from my Thursday evening weight from the week before (the official number). Somehow, 2.4 crept back on during the day? I know, I know, I know all these things about weight fluctuations in my head. I know to savor the non-scale victories -- looser clothes (which there have been plenty of those lately too), better health, the stamina to do my exercise.

I know all this. I just want all that knowledge and all that work to show up on the scale.

Maybe a splurge meal would help. One meal where I don't even think about points or fat grams or anything else. Just to have it and enjoy the taste and thumb my nose at the rest. I might just do that tomorrow after the obedience class and while Maddox is being groomed. Just a "to hell with it" meal. Nothing bad for me, just one where I'm not calculating points in my head.

Of course, knowing me, I'll be guilty and head over to Whole Foods hot bar and have something healthy.

I need to break on through to the other side ....

Comments

MsCarolM said…
I hear ya loud and clear! I'm going through a bit of a similar thing, only I can't seem to break past the 30's!

I started a blog too, http://nonscalevictory.wordpress.com

Keep up the great work - you ARE my inspiration!!!

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