I am so furious right now that I could punch my diet in the face. I woke up this morning and hopped on the scale expecting at least a little bit of loss. After all, I wrote down every damn calorie (even overestimated) and then worked out for 66 minutes on the elliptical. I had a deficit of almost 800 calories! So.... I at least expected it to go down .2.. thats reasonable right? I mean you have to burn 3,500 calories to lose a pound. So that makes sense, RIGHT?
Apparently not. Apparently after a day like that you gain a pound. A pound! So, now I am back up to 163. UGHHHHHHH!!!!! What the FUCK?! Sorry for my language. Actually you are getting off easy. The Fiance heard every dirty word in the book this morning, as I tossed the toothpaste across the bathroom. Yeah, I am pretty pissed can you tell?
I already know what everyone is going to tell me about how this could happen...yeah, I already know all that. But I am reacting on pure emotion right now. When you want something so bad, and you work so hard for it and then the opposite happens---it's a defeating feeling. It makes you question everything you know about weight loss. And frankly it makes me mad at my body. Why are you doing this to me???? Why do you keep hanging on to this FAT?! Don't you want me to make you thin?
Ugh, I am sorry to spew such negative energy. But this is how I'm feeling. No matter how much I know better, how much I try to not let it bother me.... It does!
See ya lighter... if I'm lucky. Super-duper lottery lucky. Sheeeesh.