I'm really starting to think I'm on a real live plateau. I stepped on the scale this morning only to have it read 161.2. That's up a whole pound! And with having two extra workouts this week!
While a portion of my soul is frustrated, it's a very small portion. Mainly because I'm wearing a pair of the pants that Crystal gave me today, and I couldn't do them up when she gave them to me a month or so ago. I know my body is changing shape, which is important. I know that my body is getting IN shape, which is the goal. I should NOT be tied to the scale like that damn commercial. You know the one... where they are walking along with a scale manacled to their ankle. Yeah, that's me.
So... keep plugging away! I'm certainly not giving up. I've worked too damn hard. And hell, if I have to maintain at this weight for a few weeks, so fucking what? It's better than maintaining at 208!! I've lost close to 50 pounds. That's one hell of an achievement. I look amazing! THAT's one hell of an achievement! My husband is always smiling. That's one hell of a perk!
I'm getting good at these pep talks, huh?
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