Saturday, September 29, 2012
I was really looking forward to today's weekly weigh in. I had been so "good" all week with calories and exercise, I expected to see I had lost at least a pound. But not so much as one ounce difference from last Saturday. I can't believe I hit another plateau after just coming off one that lasted most of August. My plateaus do not mess around, LOL. They tend to hang on like grim death.
But I have decided, so do I when I make up my mind to do so. My first thought (after some profanity) was maybe I have set my goal a bit low. It was super hard for me to break 150 and then I managed to break 140 -- by a whole 2/10 of a lb. Maybe I shouldn't push for 137 (secret goal 135). I haven't been that low in 30 years, after all.
As I went on my morning walk, trusty Border Collie at my side, half listening to a book on
my Kindle, I decided, "Oh, no, girlie. You are too going to lose those last few pounds." When I got home, I did step aerobics as I had planned. So there, conspiring Universe,
uncooperative metabolism, whatever is causing this latest stumbling block. If I could have
jabbed a finger in my face without looking ridiculous, I would have, LOL. But plateau or water weight, I am going to hit 137 or less. Just see if I don't.