I decided from day one that I was going to diet until the diet didn't work anymore...and then I'd throw in some exercise. The scale was in agreement! I lost 30 lbs in two months!
Then some little 3FC gremlins suggested I start exercising now, even though diet alone is working. I really do love exercising. I love the rush of endorphins and the feeling I have for a few hours just after a good hard workout. I love, love, love the feeling of accomplishment as I improve.
What I do not love is that the dag-gone scale does not move!
It's not going up, but it's not going down either. It's fluctuating up and down about a half a pound.
When this happened before, I quit. I will not quit! I will remind myself that I got into a pair of pants that didn't fit AT THIS SAME WEIGHT a week ago. I will remember that 30 lbs ago I couldn't comfortably tie my shoes. I will remember that I was lieing to myself when I said I didn't like wearing my coat in the car because it was too bulky. I just didn't fit in the car very well with the coat too. I will remember that recovering muscles retain water. I will remember that TOM really does make us hold water and that possibly, just possibly, a WHOOSH is right around the corner.
*sigh* The good, the bad, and the ugly, right?