over the plateau... sort of

Since moving to PG, I had dropped the nearly 20 pounds I could not shake while living at Village Way... I gained it and it stuck. Since that time, my body had continually flirted with 302 and 301... 307 on bad days... for TWO MONTHS. I would work out, try to eat better... EVERYTHING - to no avail...

On Monday morning I stepped on the scale - as I am want to do EVERY morning (thinking there will be some 50 pound miracle) - and behold the number read a beautiful 299. I finally broke it! It took a YEAR to get back to even that. How awful!

I weighted myself again Tuesday morning, just to make sure. Sure enough, it said 299 again (I know your weight fluctuates from day to day... but mine seems to not...). How did I celebrate? Did I work out again on Tuesday? Did I eat a healthy dinner after consuming lots of fruits and veggies lately?

Of course not. Because that would be the SMART thing to do. Instead, because I didn't get home from work until about 7:30 and I was starved, I ate double what I should have for dinner... pasta with tomato sauce and ground chicken... and I laid on the couch exhausted (btw, yesterday was the first day in over a week without a headache... it's back today).. and I didn't work out.

I felt like crap. Total crap.

And of course the scale didn't say 299 this morning (although it did say only 300). But I resolve to work out tonight as soon as I get home (since I am sucking at the morning) and to eat something healthier than massive amounts of carbs.

Yeah... because it was working, dangit! Slowly... but at least it was working!

I should eventually buy some bike tires too, right?