There was a time, not too long ago, where I'd go to my weigh-ins expecting a loss. Sure, I'd agonize over whether it'd be a 3.5 pound loss or a 1.2 pound loss, but still I expected a loss.
Sadly, those times are gone. For the past few months, I've gone to WIs without knowing what to expect. Maybe I'd see a big loss, but more than likely I'd see a small loss or a small gain--even when I worked out a lot and followed the plan. Today is no exception--I ate within my DPs and WPs and exercised 5 times (two Body Pump classes and three cardio sessions) yet I'm not guaranteed a loss. In fact, the scale at the gym has me up a pound. Now, the rational side of my brain KNOWS that I will not gain weight if I stick to the plan and exercise consistently. But the other side is freaking out and starting to imagine that my body has secretly been invaded by a monster that is determined to hold onto every last ounce of weight. And it won't let up until I weigh 400 pounds and have to join the circus and end up marrying a dwarf named Bubba and...
Okay, I digress. But seriously, is it so hard for my 180ish pound body to get rid of these excess 30 pounds? Why is that so difficult? I sweat, I plan my meals, I get in most of my GHGs (good health guidelines), and does the scale budge?
Sometimes...when it's in a good mood.
The rational part of me is telling me that (1) I've lost a heck of a lot of weight so far and I should be pleased with my loss, (2) If I continue living healthy, I will lose the weight, and (3) I look and feel amazing now, so why not focus on that?
But of course, I am anxious to lose this last 30 pounds and finally be at a healthy weight...for the first time since I was 13. I guess all things come in good time.
I'll let you know what the verdict is. I'm just hoping that I don't cry (again!) at my WW meeting.