I’ve been at the same weight for about ten days now and I feel totally stuck.
I hate plateaus.
The diet-kind. Not the lovely scenic kind.
I’m doing everything the same and working really, really, really hard and then this morning I gained a pound.
WHAT. I HATE YOU SCALE. DIE, DIE, DIE.
When I was pregnant (remember that!) and I gained all that weight my doctor eventually took away my scale. He made me get on backwards for my weigh ins and told Jazz to hide our scale at home. Funny at the time, not so funny when I lost complete track of how much I gained. In fact, right before they took me in for my c-section, the anesthesiologist asked me how much I weighed so he could administer the correct medicine and I had NO IDEA. To this day I’m not sure where I ended up. This is not something I recommend.
Anyway, I digress.
I wanted to lose 25 pounds from January to Maui in May, and I’m at 20 now, so only five more to go, which is great. Except now I think I can maybe get five more before we leave in seven weeks to make it an even 30. It was going all fine and dandy until this AWFUL PLATEAU. It’s frustrating to see the same. number. every. single. day. (and now plus one! yeah!) It’s not like I’m getting close to my ideal weight and I just have ten more to lose and I’m there- I still have oh, like, about two hundred more pounds to go.
The hardest part is that I’m still not back in all my normal clothes. Not even most of them! Exclamation point! I’m dreading the summer because I know I will have to buy a “between” wardrobe- not normal size, not maternity size- to get me through the heat. I swear by the time I am done with all of this, I will have clothes in every single size known to woman. *le sigh*
Pretty sure I would trade my soul for a warm maple bar and a glass of milk. Just sayin.