We are still going to the gym and let me say right off the bat, I still love it and will continue to go but right now I am so down about it all I just want to go to my bedroom crawl under my bed (I can't really do that as it's full under there) and cry. Yes, that's right cry. I have been going to the gym since the middle of April and I have lost 2, count them 2 pounds. Let me explain. When I first started my weight was 155. Then after about a month and a half my weight was 159. THAT'S RIGHT! I gained 4 pounds. O.K. they explained to me you are getting stronger (which I am) and you are turning fat into muscle (which I am). So I kept plugging away, not missing a day and really trying harder every time I was there.
After another month I lost the 4 pounds and was at my starting weight. In July I lost 5 pounds (I'm not kidding, 5 pounds). The next week my weight was 154. Now come ON!. What is up with this. This is the last week in August and my weight is again down to 152. I swear it is so depressing. Well, I really haven't got to the depressing part yet but first let me say when I was 150, I really felt smaller. You know what I mean. My tummy really felt smaller, I was so excited then bam, over night it seemed to sneak right back on. I know what you are thinking it must be what she is eating. Let me clear this up. My diet or I should say my eating habits consist of vegetables, basmati rice with a little olive oil. I eat one egg, 1 piece of toast for breakfast with coffee. Yes, I do have the occasional burger out (which I only eat half) and one slice of vegie pizza. Believe me when I say I do not over indulge. According to WW I am at or just under my points for a day. Now you want to hear the really depressing part. Jim has lost 20, count them, 20 pounds !! Enough said. Tootles
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