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Hello all...
Well, thankfully today is a much cooler day than yesterday, and I'm able to put a couple of intelligent thoughts together. I swear that yesterday my brain was melting.
So... I managed to lose some weight while AF was here. That's totally unheard of for me. Sadly, that's the last weight I've lost in almost a week. I've been maintaining within a half pound of my last weigh in, but I'm stuck.
And as always, whenever I get into a bit of a plateau, there's this ridiculous tape that starts playing in my head, saying things like "well, that's the last pound you are going to lose" and "this is where the numbers on the scale start going back up". I *know* that those things aren't necessarily going to happen, that I have the choice to let them happen or not. But that tape just plays over and over.
When this tape starts playing, I find myself starting to justify eating crap. I'm not gonna lie, I really REALLY want pizza right now. When the weight is coming off regularly, I have the motivation to push those cravings to the side, to go for my walks. But in moments like the last few days, I'm weak.
And that makes me mad. I'm not a weak person. Surely to goodness I can beat this.
Of course, with the incredibly hot weather I've been snacking a lot (mostly on my sugar free, diabetic friendly stuff... just a lot of it). Most of the snacks are cold things, like jello and ice cream bars (no sugar, no dairy). I know that's my primary issue right now.
I need to control the snacking. I need to get some better sleep. I need to power through.
Good heavens, this sucks.
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