I’m not going to beat around the bush. I’m flummoxed. Confused. Pissed. Discouraged. Frustrated. So I’ll spare you the angst and just give the stats.
Weight this morning: 198
For those keeping track, yep, I’m up a f***ing pound from last week and I have no idea why or how. I charted everything, and I never hit over 1200 calories.
I exercised. I was so proud of myself.
But in the end, like a kick in the face, I’m up a damn pound. I have no words. And yeah, it’s just a number, but I worked hard, stayed on plan, and the number should reflect that.
This is not going to be a good day. It’s dark and dreary outside, and truthfully, I’m feeling awfully dark and dreary and sad in my soul lately. This is not going to be a good day. I can feel it.