I really worked out a lot last week. Popped on the scale midweek and was thrilled to see four pounds gone already. Nearly a pound per day. Awesome!
Then this morning, I hopped on the scale, expecting to see a 5 lb or more weight loss to brag about this morning.
Make it one pound.
All that work, all the sweating, the pain...for one stinkin' pound. I'm trying not to be discouraged, but it hurt. It's not spicy burrito time, but I admit, because I'm working out, I'm really, really hungry. I've got the exercise stuff down for the most part, now it's time to tackle the diet. And not really what I eat, but how much and when. I'm definitely a nighttime snacker and a grazer at heart. I'd much rather eat a bit all day then sit down to three meals. Not sure what I'm going to change yet, but I'm working way too hard for a one pound loss.
Oh well, let's see what happens next week.