This week is a different story.
I'd like to not write this post, but I am making myself do it. I am making myself do it because I have made a promise to myself that this time I am in it for the long-haul, for the ups and downs, and I am determined to succeed. Even when my ego is hurt.
This week I gained 0.8 pounds.
It's funny - when you lose less than 1 pound you still feel good and you still celebrate. However when you gain less than 1 pound you're told, "well it's only less than a pound. No biggie."
In a way, though, I am glad I didn't lose this week. This is because I didn't really deserve to lose and if I had lost anyway I could/would rationalize more bad decisions in the weeks to come.
I didn't drink enough water all week so this week I am going to make that a goal.
We ate Lucky Wishbone for dinner one night. Yummy? Yes. Light? No way.
I indulged in 2 servings of Blueberry Cobbler A La Mode and a bag of Salt & Vinegar Chips.
Am I frustrated? Yes.
Am I confident about the week ahead? No.
Am I going to stick with it? Yes.
Am I tired of asking and answering my own questions? Yes.
Here is where I currently and heftily stand:
Week 3 Weight GAIN: 0.8 pounds
Total Weight Loss: 5.8 pounds
Pounds to Goal: 39 pounds