Give me the Oreos and pass the remote.
I have been working out very regularly for the last 6 weeks or so; in fact, this past week was my best ever (every day except Saturday, 30-40 minutes at a time, except for Tae Bo Monday). And while I'm not on a diet (because I won't be able to stick to it long term, so I'd rather make "life style changes"), I'm trying to make better choices, eat less (although admittedly, I'm not writing anything down) and not eat late at night anymore. But EVEN SO, I'm DEFINITELY eating better and less than I was before--and exercising WAY MORE--so the (@*@&^@^ scale should be going down, not up!!
Yes, that's right. I weighed myself at the mall today....AND I GAINED A *#&#^^@*@* POUND. (Although, without going into too much detail, RENEE, I might be carrying around extra "girl weight" at the moment, as I just, um, got my visitor this morning. And I'm not sure how long after your visitor's arrival you continue to carry around that "girl weight." So I HOPE TO HELL that that's part of it, too.) So I'm going back to eating cookies and sitting on the couch. What the hell am I busting my ass for? Seriously, I could cry, I feel so....dejected. I have something VERY IMPORTANT in December that I'm trying to lose weight for (details to follow) and to have worked THIS HARD for 6 weeks and have made NEGATIVE progress just makes me want to give up. Now what?