Six weeks have gone by since I started my journey: I never cheated, I never binged (I still canít believe it!) .
I was really pleased with myselfÖ to the point that this morning I found the courage to weigh myself.
I shouldnít have done it.
I lost 14 lbs in six weeks.
Itís not that great, but itís not that bad either.
I have to admit that in the bottom of my heart I hoped I had lost more: it is always easier to lose weight the first weeks. And I am on low carb, so I really expected to have lost more.
I am a bit down in the dumps, and keep asking myself why, instead of being happy and proud for the not-so-bad result I feel sad and disappointed for the not-so-good.
I can never see the glass half full. It is really annoying sometimes and I am struggling not to go and open the fridge. I canít identify this feeling anyway, I donít know if food would be a gratification or a punishment.
Guess Iíll go for a shower, maybe hot water will give a good wash to my stupid brain as well.