In the interest of authenticity, I'm going to write this post.
I see it often, someone who's rocking their weight loss and then stops rocking it and disappears from the online world. Be it blogging or the WW boards or whatever. I started this blog to be accountable. And so now I am. So, I'm going to share the good and the bad and I'm going to make my goal...darn it! Even if it takes me another year.
I miss the weeks when I KNEW I'd see a loss. That was me for most of this past year. That was me until I began to allow eating more points than I was allowed as an option into this journey. Tsk, tsk.
And now it's gotten a little out of control and I feel like I'm standing at a cliff, looking over and wondering if I'm going to jump or turn around and continue up this mountain that I've been climbing for almost a year. Don't worry, I'm not going to jump. I am not going back to my old ways because I don't like that person. I'm just struggling to find the strength right now to continue up the mountain. I'm beginning to understand what a huge accomplishment losing 100 lbs really is. It's going to be a bit harder than I'd originally thought.
I stepped on the scale this morning and to my horror, it read 177.2. Yes it did. A whole 6 FREAKIN' POUNDS higher than my WI on Monday. Now I know that it's not possible that it's all fat. I know I'm retaining water and all that stuff...but still. SIX POUNDS!!!!! This is getting ridiculous. RIDICULOUS!
So, I hopped on the treadmill this morning and walked 4 miles. And now I'll go get out of my sweaty clothes, get Finny out of her crib and start counting every morsel that goes into my gob.
I'm not going anywhere. I am going to get this weight off. And I'll post tomorrow, regardless of what the scale tells me.