Weekly weigh-in: 209.9
Total loss: -82.1
Emotion: Just a little P.O.'d
I don’t always feel like I’m on my game, don’t always feel like this journey is the sure thing I want it to be.
I hopped up on the scale earlier this week and was up nearly two and a half pounds, and that's after logging a particularly miserable weigh-in number the week before. I stood on the scale, grimaced into the mirror and cursed myself out mightily.
I swear, some days I really do wonder if I have any business writing a weight-loss blog…
Then I knuckled down and I ratcheted up the intensity of my workouts. I sharpened my focus on my food, really concentrating on what I stuffed down my goozle. I drank water as if I were part-amphibian.
That’s the infuriating part of this entire affair: I know exactly what it takes to enjoy success on this journey, and sometimes I don’t do it.
We know it.
And we don’t do it.
We know it.
And we just don’t do it.
I pulled it together and worked my way back to even-steven for the week, which I can’t for the life of me figure out is a success or a setback.
Maybe it’s a little bit of both.
There is no happy ending to the tale, because apparently this is a never-ending story, full of twists and turns, dotted with kinks and knots.
No happy ending.
No ending at all.
And I’m perfectly fine with that.