I think it's partly because I don't feel good. I'm not sick. No sore throat, cough, or cold symptoms. I just feel like someone sucked out all my energy and left me with a cold, achy shell.
Somewhere mixed in with the physical complaints is depression because, even though I have not made huge eating mistakes this week (as I have been known to do), I weigh at least a pound more than I have for the last two weeks.
I KNOW the reasons.
I KNOW what I would say to myself if I was someone else that this had happened to, and I KNOW what I would say if I was me and this happened to someone else.
(Oh, that is such a Lost In Jennyland statement.)
It is normal to plateau.
Sometimes you lose inches instead of pounds.
Drink lots of water. You're probably retaining salt.
That's why you shouldn't be weighing every day.
Don't weigh! Go by how your clothes feel instead!
It happens to everyone.
And I say..........
BULLSHIT. This is still pissing me off.
I feel psychological and physical energy when I can see the scales moving. I feel motivated when I can see the scales moving. I feel happy when I can see the scales moving. I feel proud when I see the scales moving. I feel excited when I see the scales moving.
This is bumming me out.
Patience is not a virtue to me. Well, maybe it is.... but I don't UNDERSTAND patience. I don't do it good.
Bah humbug stupid scales.......
P.S. I'm hoping it will make me feel better to get this out. Thanks for listening.