Thursday, May 02, 2013
That's how my body thinks math works. I'm not going to bore you with my story- I can't lose weight no matter how hard I try. Read my other blogs if you really want to know details.
This morning I woke up early to exercise. I got on the scale. BAM! 2 pound gain. Sure, maybe this is water weight. Maybe it's because I just ovulated. Maybe it's the sun's alignment with the Little Dipper and the Universe has some how sabotaged the 10 weeks of work it took me to lose these 2 measly pounds.
Skeptics, please note that my measurements haven't changed. My jeans are just as tight.
I learned that frustration for me is like an onion. I get ridiculously frustrated that my body won't cooperate, I get over it, and I peel a layer of that onion. Then, I work another month as meticulously as humanly possible. I get ridiculously frustrated that my body won't cooperate, I get over it, and I peel another layer of that onion. I repeat this process every month of every year. Sooner or later, I'm going to reach the center of that onion and I'll have nothing left.
Isn't "crazy" defined as doing the same the over and over and expecting different results? Yeah. I'm going crazy.