Good news or bad news first. Hmmmm….well….let’s get the negative stuff out of the way.
Bad news: I didn’t lose any weight this week.
Good news: I didn’t gain any weight.
I’ve got a myriad of excuses, but I’d rather not resort to them. I think my plateau is mainly due to the fact that I was lazy last week, and chose to be completely unhealthy over the weekend. And by “unhealthy,” I mean, “I ate and drank quite a bit more than I worked out.” Amazing how that whole skipping an exercise can totally screw with losing weight. However, I still refuse to give up. I’m just starting my fourth week, and to be honest I’m just happy that I’ve stuck with it this long. I really want to get out 3 months, six months, even a year and be able to look back and go “I’m smaller than I was!”
I’ve been reading this blog, written by a self-proclaimed “fat” woman over the last year, and I’ve found it really interesting. Unlike me, she’s not all about trying to lose the weight. Instead, she wants to work towards people having fat acceptance. She’s encourages her readers to be proud of themselves and their size. Honestly, I wish I could be brave like that. Sometimes I really struggle to remind myself that I am so much more than what the tag in my jeans say.
So, here I go into week 4! (That sounds cheesy. That’s okay, though, sometimes life needs cheese.)
Also, since there wasn’t any change in the weight, I’m choosing to not post my mugshots this week.