I worked my ARSE off 3 days this week. Then just worked it another day, for a grand total of 4 work out days. I also ate really well until Kyle had his 2 days off and went grocery shopping. OF COURSE he came home with chips, donuts, cookies, and a big smile on his face. I wanted to kick him in the nuts. He doesn’t understand what it’s like to be addicted to food. He doesn’t know why I can’t just control myself. If that crap is in the house, Imma eat it. Unless you give me another equally delicious option. I should have made myself a Carnation Instant breakfast milkshake or something but no. I indulged myself in cookies and donuts.
And now I want to make myself puke. Because despite working my ASS off for 4 days and eating right for 5 out of the 7 days in the week, I did not lose one stinking pound.
I like to think that perhaps I built some muscle during my 3 Physique 57 workouts but let’s be honest. I weigh a whopping 244lbs. I should be losing 8 pounds a week like they do on Biggest Loser, right?
I don’t have time to work out 8 hours a day. I am breastfeeding so I don’t have the luxury of eating a 1400 calorie diet. I am trying to sustain my body while making milk to feed my baby.
On a positive note, my pants genuinely do fit better across the seat and thighs. It probably isn’t enough for you to notice, but I feel a difference and it’s THAT millimeter of wiggle room that is going to continue to drive me.
So tomorrow, I start Physique 57 again and I vow to eat better.
I joined My Fitness Pal so please come find me there (SummerLenD) and help hold me accountable.
Starting Weight: 244lbs
Ending Weight: 244lbs
Weight Lost: ZIP, ZILCH, NADA