I DO NOT want to weigh in tomorrow. I rather eat a bowl of lima beans (my least favorite vegetable) or do the stair climber at the gym for an entire hour. I haven’t been bad per say in the past week but according to my scale I haven’t lost anything which SUCKS SUCKS SUCKS. I am PMSing, drinking entirely too much wine (but still staying under points), and not drinking enough water.
Part of me wants to delay weigh-in at least two more days as I have personal training and Zumba toning tomorrow. I should sweat out at least a pound, right? I am not mentally to see none or little lose tomorrow.
I’m aggravated but understand that losing 11 pounds in two weeks is a feat in itself. I have stuck to my lifestyle change. I even had BLUEBERRIES in my cereal a few mornings and after years of yo-yoing on the South Beach diet which was a no-no. I have eaten much more vegetables and whole grains. I need to workout more but always make excuses. Work and family life HAS been kicking my bum so when my personal trainer texted me he had some openings, I jumped at it.
I have nine weeks to lose twenty pounds. 2+ pounds a week which is so do-able if I could step away from the wine, eat MORE vegetables, drink more water, and get my rear end to the gym.
I can do this.
