I did FANTASTICALLY this week, and I lost a pound. 

Why is this not a good thing?

I was expecting more like three pounds. This week was complete night and day from the past couple weeks, I was on the ball. Drinking tons of water, walked/ran over six miles on the treadmill this week, took diet pills (natural) that had less than pleasant effects that should have guaranteed significant weightloss if you know what I mean, and ate WELL. 

It's not like I'm at a plateau, I mean, this is just starting up dieting again. And I'm young, this kind of thing should be relatively simple if you're doing what you're supposed to be doing, you know?

I would have been happy with 2 pounds gone, really. But it was one pound, and I stepped on the scale several times, and sometimes it was less than a pound I'd lost. And I know I didn't gain muscle, my scale measures that, too.

I'm really hoping that my body makes up for it next week and I drop a few pounds. I NEED to get out of the 220's, where I've been yo-yo-ing at for the past ten MONTHS. I was once at 219, my lowest, and I just need to get back there so my "real" new progress can begin, and I'll have renewed enthusiasm. Same for getting under two hundred pounds, once that happens, I just have the feeling that everything will be different, and my outlook will be better. I know it's silly thinking that when I reach 199 I'll be able to coast on through to the finish line, but I feel like being over 200 pounds is like...I'm carrying around this bad secret that's lowering my confidence. Just walking around with the knowledge that I'm in the 100 pound range, I'll feel...normal? Maybe that's the word? I don't know. 

I'm just working at it this week even harder, and I REALLY want there to be nice progress next week. REALLY. I feel like I've been this weight forever and it's never going to change!