I stepped on the scale...excited! I had a pretty good week as far as counting points, writing down food, and then exercising 3 times to the point of exhaustion. This was going to be a good week! I held my head high...waiting for the nice lady reading the scale to report "2 pounds lost this week," to me. She didn't report that though. Instead I heard, "Yeah! You stayed exactly the same!"
To which I quickly replied, "That's isn't good news. I worked hard this week." She explained to me that "I had a great loss last week. You wont believe me, anyway, but you are doing well." Ugh. How frustrating.
So, I didn't stay for the meeting. In fact, I was pretty close to tears. I don't know why, but it hurt to hear I stayed the same. I DID work hard (harder than last week). Why was the scale being so mean to me? Last week I could barely function I was so sick and had so much going on. Ugh. I know I said that already, but really.....UGH!
While I was driving the long road home, I tried to focus on the positive. I won't lie though. This was a low blow. I will keep trucking on. I will work my tail off for a good week next weigh in.....
But I am feeling blah.