I have hesitated to write this post. Here goes.
I stepped on the scale Friday morning. My eyes bulged out of my head, my heart raced, and I (literally) screamed.
After a week of doing EVERYTHING that I could think to do, I still have not managed to lose any weight. I got down to 229.5 a few months ago, bounced around between 230 and 238, refocused my efforts, got to 231.5 last Tuesday (I took a peak)… and there I stayed until Friday morning. Now, I should be happy that I’ve moved away from the 235-238 range, but I was convinced that I had done so well that I was going to move past the 230 barrier.
Oh well, back to it on Monday. I’ll hit the gym and then go grocery shopping.
Being fat stinks.