Shove it out the window…
Shove it out the door…
Shove it in the trash…
It don’t serve me anymore….
Just get it out of my life!
Maybe I’m just cranky because the Barred owls woke me up at 4am with their boisterous calling. But seriously, I cannot seem to catch any break with that effing scale lately.
I did attack from Mon-Fri and gained a pound! Huh?? PP and coffee for five days and that’s the thanks I get. Hrmph.
I lifted weights M-W-F. I did cardio all days, two days this week I did two types of cardio swimming and biking.
I gave up grains.
What more do I have to do is the sixty four thousand dollar question du jour.
I weighed myself (as I do every day) and the bleepity bleep scale blinked out to me in the pre-dawn hush 155.2# I have effing gained MORE weight??? Honestly, I am so flummoxed and frustrated that I just don’t even want to think about it. Folks, I know you may be right if you post not to worry, it’s probably water, you need to eat more, less, eat this that…etc… I just cannot figure this puzzle out and it has left me feeling really demoralized. It’s true I was very sick. It’s also true that I’m now better. It’s true that I have metabolic syndrome/IR, it’s also true that I’ve managed to lose close to 50#’s in the last year. For whatever godforsaken reason, my body is saying NO to more loss now and I hate that. H.a.t.e. it.
I know that in my particular situation (IR) calories in/calories out is not a prescription that will produce the same results as they will for a person without glucose instability. I know this, yet it still knocks me for a loop when I have to sit in the fullness of that reality.
Friends, I hope your weekend is off to a much better start than mine 😉 Thanks for all your fun and interesting comments this past week. Your participation in my little bloggy adventure makes me smile and brings me joy even when the scale is a thorn in my butt 🙂 Onward…