I’ve started making excuses before I even step on the damn scale. Brunch on Saturday morning, a big helping of pasta later in the evening, followed by lunch out for Mother’s day and two of the best mini cupcakes I’ve ever tasted in my life. Seriously, like tiny morsels of heaven in your mouth.
Drum roll please…..184.4. F*ck! I’m up 2.2 pounds. Well, that pretty much confirms that I HAVE to track my points. Winging it just does not work for me. The weird thing is I actually feel a little lighter, and my clothes are starting to feel a little less snug. My legs have even slimmed down a little. I can SEE it in the mirror. How is that possible? No fair!!!
I really kicked it at the gym, too. This always seems to happen. Why do I start to get heavier on the scale yet smaller in my clothing, even after only a couple of workouts? It’s so discouraging. Working out gives me more energy and I feel better, but get heavier. There’s no way I can be building muscle that quickly. There’s no way my food choices were that bad. Right? HHhhm…I’m perplexed.
Let’s see what next week brings. Excuse me, I have to go track that gulp of air I just took in.