A Plateau Broken
I was not even going to bother making the journey to the gym for my weigh in today. After 3 weeks with zero weight loss, I was thinking that perhaps, that was my lot. Why bother? But I DID go. And the news was surprisingly good.
Yesterday I had a very low number of calories and then did a big 4mile power walk which made my blood sugar drop really dramatically and I got the shakes and the sugar cravings and felt terrible, like I was on death's door. I ended up in the shop, almost splayed over the chocolate bars, stuffing in what I could...not good. It meant my power walk was a waste of time. Then my well-meaning finacee came in the door after work with an armful of KFC for dinner, which could not be ignored. I had one piece of chicken and a few fries, BUT; I was on my way to feeling much, much better, and more than satified.
Despite these two mishaps, I have had a bit of a weight loss whoosh this week.
The moral of the story? Don't be too hard on yourself.
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