I am so upset. I have hit the "plateau" in only a little over a month. Tomorrow is my last weigh in before I take two days off to recover. As of this today I have only lost one-half of a pound from last Saturday. Thats it 1/2 of a pound. .5 of a lb. Eight ounces.
After weighing in I fretted to the treadmill in anger but I remembered that this would happen. I knew that there would come a time that the even though I was working just as hard, that the roller coaster ride of weight loss would come the bottom. Especially since I started lifting some weights this week to start firming up. The plus side of today is that I will be wearing a pair of pants and shirt that I have not been able to wear in years, three to be exact. So I am shrinking but just not at the rate I would like.
Tomorrow I am going to the mall for motivation. Yes I will get up in the morning and go to the gym but later that day at the mall I can at least sight see for a while. There are always great looking women that shop at the mall on Saturdays. No I am not a pervert but since I get up at 2:30 in the morning and go to bed around 8 p.m. I am not getting out much right now. I cannot see my friend Sherrie right now, at least she says until her divorce is final, so what else does a single guy do? I am really not into bars and all of my friends are married. I lost my black book years ago so maybe fate,
, will lend it's hand someday soon and help out for a change (I have as much chance of that happening as winning the lottery but if I am not in the game I cannot win).
I am hoping that tomorrow will surprise me with a better weigh in than today. Water is on the menu today along with lots of water. After that I will have some water for a snack. Here I go...