I have been dreading this post.
I put it off and put it off.
But I can't put it off any longer.
Today was weigh in day.
And much to my severe disappointment, over the last two weeks I have lost a total of 1/2 of a pound.
That's right a whopping 4 ounces. After bumping up the workouts. After adding in runs. After cutting back my sugars not to mention the chemicals in my foods.
The only way to make 1/2 a pound sound good is by transposing it to grams.
So let's celebrate the 226.796185 grams I lost over the last 2 weeks.
I am sure my body worked so hard for that.
While the rest of the world is losing actual pounds, I have been reduced to losing GRAMS. Great.
You want to know the best part?
Over the last 4 weeks, I have lost 1.5 pounds.
And that's on the medication.
You could say I am frustrated.
I choose other words.
Is it bad to consider cigarettes for weight loss purposes? JK. I would never.
But isn't it intriguing? Cancer or fat?
Bad breath or bad legs?
Yellow teeth or muffin top?
Mom, please stop yelling at me, I would never consider it. It's merely a joke to convey how frustrated I am.
And that's all.