Ugh! Today sucked. Big time. I made the mistake of weighing myself this morning. Not a good idea. I already knew this week was going to be a bit rough. I worked out hard on Sunday and Monday, and thus far since… Nothing.
My eating has been spot on. I’ve not deviated from the plan yet, but, alas, I was down .8 pounds. That is right, not even 1 full pound. I get it, there are probably plenty that will say that it’s because I can’t/shouldn’t do such a crazy extreme diet. That it’ll catch up to me and my body will start to reject what I’m trying to do and will start storing fat because I’m not eating enough.
Well, whatever, I feel fine. Actually, I feel great. So why am I letting this latest setback kill my mood? Again, the ol’ doubt monster is knocking at my door and I just opened the door for him. Stupid jerk. Go away. Chalk that up as a lesson learned, don’t weigh yourself until weigh in day.
Tomorrow is a new day, I think I’ll get a chance to go workout, so long as work doesn’t get in the way again. We’ll see, wish me luck.