Sorry About That

I couldn’t figure out how to get out of list format.

Down 1 pound this week. Grrr, so slow this time. I think they call it the Turtle Club. I guess, maybe I’ll keep it off if I lose it this slowly.

But I don’t think I would’ve gained weight back in the first place if it hadn’t been for the Depo. I was on a roll.

At least it’s a loss. At least it’s a whole pound this week.

I’m just impatient. I want to look good again as soon as possible, and one pound isn’t even a dent.

I suspect I will start to look better again in about 25 pounds or so. And then, much better in 35.

I will probably feel better in 15 or 20, but at the rate I’m going, it’s gonna be a while.

At least I’m losing; not gaining or staying the same. It just seems like…13,000 steps a day! It should be melting off me.

My tracking could still be a lot better, though. We talked about tracking at the workshop. I still just need to get over my own hurdle of the need to be perfect. Once that happens, my tracking will improve, because I won’t blow it off so easily.

It’s the early morning snacking that derails me the most. It’s like, do I put this toward yesterday or today? My rule is usually anything after midnight goes to the next day, but if I get up multiple times, sometimes I lose track.

I’m going to continue to dress summery for quite a while, because even when the heat outside starts to recede, it’s still hot as hell in the building.