I'm feeling discouraged. My in-laws came for a visit this weekend, and told me that I've definitely lost inches, but I'm still disappointed to know that I'm back to five pounds less than what I started, and I have 2 weeks left!!!
I know where the inches went, and why I lost them, and I have my high doubts it was because of what I've been eating (or lack thereof). I should have known better, that there is no magical cure for my weight problem, and that it's going to take years to take off what took years (and four pregnancies) to put on.
But...I'm going to continue with my exercise routine when I feel the energy (or the boredom come about). I've gained quite a bit of muscle mass on my legs, and it's quite gross to see when I flex it lol. I've yet to see any kind of result yet on my arms or my stomach (though I've worked far more on my legs than my abs, as I started this whole thing with walking every day).
I know this though...if I don't reach at least 15lbs by the end of my "diet"...I'm going to stop counting calories. It's useless (as that's all I've been doing this whole time, and I'm sick of it). Busting my butt, and hurting my brain...all for what?? Something I could have lost on my own (as I've always bounced between 5lbs).
Ma’iingan
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