After a month of near spot on eating No Sugar Added food and staying within my calorie limits, of working out somewhat consistently (minus a week of ice and sickness) I lost....
...two effing pounds.
I know what I would say to someone else if I was reading this. I know what you are going to say to me. And I appreciate the kind words, I really do.
Except, I kinda don't want to hear them right now.
I am mad. Mad at my stupid body, mad at sugar, mad at everything. I am pissed off. I am mad at genetics and baby weight and the spare tire around my stomach that will probably never go away because I was pregnant with twins and my stomach stretched out A LOT.
I tend to be a somewhat optimistic person. But, right now I feel like I am never going to weigh less than two hundred pounds. I feel like I have been trying to lose weight for ages and nothing helps.
In trying to be positive I am going to change up my routine and add some weight lifting three times a week. I have the stupid bench in my basement and a TV down there so I can do it.
Now excuse me while I go beat the crap out of something.