Methinks I am experiencing my very first ever plateau. My scale told me that I am still 325.2, this morning. I know that I am not eating enough calories to maintain my weight so there is no other explanation I can come up with.
I have lost seventy-five pounds... Maybe my bod has decided that it is time for a good, old fashioned stall. (Stupid bod, anyway.) I am frustrated but I am not discouraged. I am not going to fly off the rails and do something stupid or harmful. I am just going to stay on track, keep on keeping on and sooner or later, this stall will break and my numbers will be headed in the right direction, once again.
I lied. I do feel a bit discouraged and I am mad and, funnily enough, a bit sad. This will pass. But I guess I need to pout and wallow a little.
Sorry to be a Dippy Downer. (I don't like to say Debbie Downer. I read blogs by lovely Debbies and they are anything but a downer! :D) I'll get over myself and be just fine.
Stay on track.
Get out and walk more consistently, again. I have been allowing life to get in the way of my exercise, again. Time to turn that back around. Exercise is more important. So is my health, dammit!
Okay, I think I have whined enough, for now.