I'm not much for blogging but today is the day, I guess.
Everything is going pretty well. People are telling me that I look much better than I did at 224 pounds. I feel healthier. All that is good. I'm even comfortable with the food I'm eating and I survived my travelling this summer with no major breaks.
But this plateau thing. I was five weeks in June waiting for a change. I've been four weeks in August waiting for a change. I know, stick with the program.
I've increased my exercise and I avoid too many treats. Now, I feel panicky because my knee injury is back-not major, but it's impossible to move through it for a while.
I was just feeling confident enough to join a challenge and now I'm not sure I'll be able to do it. If you met me, you'd never think I was a type A personality; but, at times like this, I can really tell. If I'm not achieving something, I feel I'm doing nothing.
So, stick with the program, let the leg heal, pick up when you can. Celebrate your success so far.
See, I know, I'm just a little daunted because I was getting cocky. Forty-five pounds went (fairly) easy. I'll have to fight for the rest where I was hoping to improve, improve, improve!
Thanks for putting up with my whining. I really appreciate everyone here because your support has really helped. I'm not a joiner or an athlete so I need you guys.
Okay, I give myself the rest of the night to sulk. Tomorrow, the battle recommences!