I was very hopeful, getting on the scale this morning, but once again, my hopes were dashed. I don’t know why I felt like I’d have a loss…maybe I felt like I just deserved it after the week I’ve had.
Worst. Week. Ever.
I’ve been stressed, crying and angry all week (not the whole time, mind you, but more than I like). I don’t feel in control. For me, being out of control is probably one of the worst feelings in the world.
But I exercised. All week. I shredded four times (would have been more, but my tv was hijacked by houseguests), ran three times, and went to the gym once. I did the tworkout.
I tried to track food, but since I was up to my eyeballs taking care of other people, I didn’t track like I should. Honestly, I didn’t think I ate poorly at all. But then again, when I get stressed out, I am a total unconscious eater. I get upset and will find myself standing in front of the fridge, peering inside. I won’t remember making the decision to get something to eat, or even walking there. I’m not hungry. But something inside me is empty and needs filling, I guess.
So I don’t remember eating awfully, but I must have.
And I gained a pound.
Seriously, will the universe throw me a friggin’ bone? Cause I really could have used a loss today. It is very difficult to keep exercising and stay positive when the scale gives you the big middle finger nearly every week.
Okay, done with the negative. Got to move on.
I’m so sorry to have let down my team, but I’m determined to show a loss for this challenge.
Deep breath.