Normally, I get really excited on Wednesday mornings. Wednesday mornings are weigh-in days. But this Wednesday, I didnít spring out of bed and sprint to the bathroom. No heart a fluttering and belly butterflies a flittering. No closing my eyes in excited anticipation for what marvel I will see when I open my eyes. Nope, none of that %^!*@ nonsense this morning.
I woke up groggy and cranky feeling bloated and crampy, which can be somewhat standard for this particular time of the month when Iím typically retaining some extra water weight. I drag my fat @$$ (no, Iím not feeling the least bit nasty today) into the bathroom and get on the scale to see how much damage mother nature has inflicted on me this week, fully expecting to see a one or two pound gain.
HUH!!! That canít be right! Good grief, I need to get a new scale, this one is totally screwing up (as I get off the scale, clear it, and get back on). ďNO %^!#@ WAY!!!
I LOST 2LBS???
Ok, thatís it! I officially give up! I no longer have any clue what the heck Iím doing right or how my body works for that matter. This whole weight loss game is absolutely screwy and totally confused. Itís obvious that regardless of what I do or whatís happening to me, my body will do whatever the #%!! it wants.
Anyway, not totally convinced that the weight loss Gods have finally seen to it to reward me for all my hard work (especially for those weeks where I lost nothing), I decide to take my measurements. Itís been four weeks since I last did that and Iím just a little bit curious (ok, IíM DYING TO KNOW) if Iíve lost any inches. LO & BEHOLD, THE GODS HAVE SEEN FIT TO MAKE MY DAY!!!
Iím not sure what Iím more excited about, the weight Iíve lost or all the inches Iíve lost. Iím beside myself on what to feel (still feeling cranky, bloated and crampy as I blog this). However, it was really nice this week to be able to start getting back into my size 14 again. But what was even better is that according to my BMI rate, I'm no longer obese; now I'm just overweight. That's good - right?
Still feeling achy and sore after my daily morning walks/jogs. Iím just trying to work through the pain without having to take drugs (advil) afterwards. Hubby tells me itís just because Iím pushing myself. HmmmÖ.not really.
I actually havenít been pushing myself for a few days now. Quite the contrary, for several days now, itís taking all the energy I can muster up just get my butt out in the mornings to go on a walk/jog. There have been a few mornings this past week where I didnít do my usual walk/jog because I simply didnít have the energy.
Iím thinking itís stress. Work and clients are driving me up the wall lately. Super busy and itís wearing on me. I need a vaca. Lastly, itís always nice to be able to post a weight loss on the Sisters in Sweat Biggest Loser Summer Challenge. On that note, I have to congratulate fellow blue team members as well as the red team members too. Good grief, there are some sparkers here that are absolutely kicking butt in the weight loss department. Way to go Sisters in Sweat.
Have a great week sparkers and donít forget to take care of yourselves.