After three weeks of not weighing myself, I got back on the scale. It wasn't the most pleasant experience. I lost one pound...in three weeks.
I'm very disappointed. I have 22 weeks before I have to start dress fittings for the wedding. I want to lose 30 lbs. I am very frustrated. But instead of crying, I went to the gym to get my body fat test taken. Well, it went up!!! Seriously, I think I'm meant to be overweight.
Fat and happy! That's what one of my friends says. So this weekend I ate and drank what I wanted to, because it doesn't seem to matter. My person at the gym says I cheated and got on the scale too early. But I was losing motivation for working out at 6am and then again in the afternoon. I think he was just mad his plan didn't work. (Unfortunately, so am I)
Now that I had my weekend off, it is back to the grind. Trainer # 11 knows I'm pissed about my progress, so hopefully she can help! If she can't help, then I don't know what to do...
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