The past two weeks have been full. Two jobs as well as home improvement (photos to come!) have kept me quite busy. Now that I have some free time, I was looking over my weight loss progress since May.
It has happened to me, friends. The most dreaded word in weight loss.
You heard me. Don't make me say it again. I don't like the taste it leaves in my mouth. Let's review the numbers.
From May 12th- June 12th (Month 1) I lost 12.6 lbs.
June 12th- July 12th (Month 2) I lost 4.4 lbs.
July 12th- August 8th (almost to 3 months!) 1.4 lbs.
I can almost hear the cartoon music as Wile E. Coyote falls off the cliff.
I've been bouncing in a 5 lb range since early July. I've seen numbers lower than I've seen in distant memory, but I've got plenty left to lose! I can't help but feel disheartened. I'm going to go over what's been going on. I'm sure that my eating habits have slipped, and I haven't been out on my bike as often as I'd like. I'm sick of being stuck here, and I want to break into the next decade already! eeeeeek.
sorry for the negativity, loves. I'll be better soon :)