Let me preface this post by asking you all to please forgive the whining, as I very much have a feeling that is how this is going to come out...
I have designated Mondays as my official weigh-days (although I have an addiction to the scale that has me unofficially weighing at least once a day). So, this is my third week in and I have barely seen a blip on the scale. Started at 172.5 and am at 169.2 as of today. I know that I should be happy with any loss at all but I feel like I am putting so much energy and thought into making good choices and pushing myself to exercise.
In the past three weeks, I have not cheated once. My daily calories have consistently fallen below 1100 per day. I have only had two days without some kind of activity (whether it be a 3.5 mile walk/jog around my neighborhood, an hour at the gym, or the kettleball class that I started last week).
I'm getting discouraged and am trying very hard to not throw in the towel. But, it is so hard... I actually had the conversation in my head this morning of "If I'm not going to see results, why not have that pumpkin spice whoopie pie that is calling my name?" I know that I need to get into a mindset of this journey being about my health as much as my physical appearance. I'm just not sure how to flip that switch.
Thanks for listening...