Down three pounds. What. The. Hell. So, I work my booty off, exercising and staying on point TO THE TEE for two weeks, and I stay the same one week and gain the next, but this week- THIS WEEK- I'm down three?!?! This week, I ate Wendy's for lunch on Saturday (and not a salad, a single and a large fries!!!) and Pizza Hut for dinner. Then on Sunday, we went to Jeff's Pirate Cove and GORGED myself, literally gorged myself, on every single thing I could get my hands on. THEN I came home and had leftover pizza for dinner!!!
And now I'm down three. What exactly is supposed to be the takeaway lesson from this? I mean, do you have any idea how hard it's going to be to choke down a spinach and greek yogurt smoothie for lunch today, knowing that I lost three pounds after eating fast food ALL WEEKEND?!?! Ugh.
I even moved the scale all around onto different tiles, to make sure it wasn't unleveled or something. It came up three down every single time. I JUST DON'T GET IT.
I mean, don't get me wrong, of course I'm excited, but it's just weird!!! And it's demotivating. Not sure if it's just me, or if maybe some other gals out there trying to lose will understand, but it really IS demotivating. Even though it's ME, it still sucks when a GOOD thing happens to a BAD person, you know what I mean? The girl who binges all weekend is NOT supposed to lose three pounds. Especially when then girl who worked her ass off for two weeks gained. The fact that both girls are me...that just makes it quirky enough to be my reality.