I'm stuuuuck. Well, my scale is. I'm within spitting distance of my weight on January 1st. It was bound to happen sometime, right? I'm sticking to my plan and waiting it out, but it's not nearly as much fun as watching the numbers on the scale drop! I'm not calling it a plateau yet, but I'm getting progressively irritated to see the scale bounce around day after day with no downward movement when I'm doing my part. I keep thinking, tomorrow will be the day, tomorrow will be the day, but so far, nada.
No sympathy required here, I just think it's important that I acknowledge the sucky times as easily as I celebrate the milestones. It's all part of the journey, is it not? Onward and downward, my friends...