Three weeks ago I weighed:
two weeks ago I weighed:
And last week, I weighed:
And yesterday, I weighed:
Now, maybe I'm just an ungrateful bastard, actually probably I'm an ungrateful bastard, but for four weeks in a row, I've gone basically nowhere. I should be happy though, right? After all, 262.6 is my best weigh-in yet, right? I'm down 1.4 lbs. from last week, right? Unfortunately, I'm only down 1.0 lbs. from a month ago. I'm friggin' stuck in place. I've done nothing but hover at 263 for a whole month.
This wouldn't be such a damn pisser if I was, you know, eating whatever I liked, and having a normal life. But no. I'm eating a lot of nothing. Not splurging on what I'd like to, going a whole week 100% without sugar and carbs, and accomplishing nothing from it. It's pretty frustrating to say the least.
Yesterday, after getting that same old news from the scale that I've been getting every week, I went off the rails. I said, "if it does me no good, then eff it!" And I ate all that stuff that I had to forsake for the week before. I had the breakfast quiche that had tater tots as its crust. I love tater tots and hash browns, and when everyone else had them for breakfast on Sunday morning, I was a little sad to be left out. But there was leftovers, so I ate them, and ate them with gusto!
And I had some of the cookies that have been taunting me in the pantry all week, some more of the chocolate that I'd not eaten Monday morning once I was allowed to eat sugar again. And when everyone else had pizza for dinner that night, I friggin' ate some too. And eff it!
Yes, I was being a petulant child, but check this out. This morning, I weighed myself. Granted, it was after I had eaten breakfast and drank a bunch of water, but you know what the damned scale said? It said I weighed 268. 268! I struggled for a month to lose one freakin' pound, but in a day of eating what I like, I gained nearly six pounds somehow? I'm going to have to call bullshit. WTF? How is the deck so freakin' stacked against me? How can it be possible that it is so hard to take weight off, and so unbelievably easy to put it on?
The weight loss regimen that I'm using has worked for me in the past, but it doesn't seem to be yielding much fruit for me anymore. I lost fifteen pounds, but it's been a month now since I lost anything. I suppose I must be doing something wrong. I need to step back and look at my method, my calories, and so forth. I wonder if the lack of carbs might be lowering my metabolism and preventing me from losing weight. I've heard that's possible. We'll see, I guess.
For now, I've just got to get my bad attitude back in check. Just writing this post pissed me off and put me in a bad mood. Bad moods mean splurging and gaining weight though, so I've got to get back to the positive outlook I once had a month and a half ago.
How about everyone else? Any progress?