*heavy sigh* Scale was up this morning after being down all week. I was this close to being under 200. I thought today was the day. I've been giving myself all the mental pep talks I give to other people about weight fluctuations after starting strength training--especially when you know you haven't gone over your calorie budget, let alone consumed an extra 3500 calories. Those become mental exercises when the emotion of change creeps up. As I look at my "official" weight from last week, I am actually down a tiny bit. That does alleviate some of disappointment. 199 is just so close I can taste it. Furthermore, I need to know this is working and will keep working. It's too much effort for it to not mean anything.
I have a lot on my plate today. Lots of legitimate reasons to not get to the gym, but I have to make it happen. I'm going to get dressed in my gym clothes and run around town that way until I make it to the gym. Promise.
UPDATE: I did make it to the gym, but not until after 3:30. Never again. I was competing with fifteen year old posers for the free weights. I can already tell I'm going to be sore. I finally showered for the day at 5:30 pm. Chicken taco for dinner.
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