Yep, my body and I are at war. Or, maybe it's me and the scale. Not sure. Do you ever have that week when you have done everything just right, anticipate a nice loss, only to be disappointed by those number staying the same. HORROR, or going up a notch or two?? Yep, thats been me the last two weeks. Seriously, why or why???
Of course this has got me thinking...analyzing...OVER analyzing...and I now am questioning: Does our body sometimes just revolt? I mean, am I right now at a size that my body is just adapting to? I almost think the conversation goes like this;
Me : Come on, why won't you drop the weight!
Body : Seriously, you've dropped 60 pounds in the last year, are you trying to kill me??
Me : But I have 30 more to go!
Body : Winter is coming...must store fat! I don't want to freeze!
Me : But leggings and a long sweater would be cute!
Body : Why can't you just be happy where you are at and give me time to get use to it?
Why can't you just be happy where you are at and give me time to get use to it? Now, that's a question. Why? I wish I knew the answer. I am very happy with the progress I've made. I should be happy...so what if I haven't lost in the last couple weeks. At least I'm not up 5! OR 10! A 1-2 pound fluctuation is part of the game at this point. It's just my bodies way of saying...hey, I've got to catch up with you. So I guess I need to raise the white flag...NO WAY!! I'm just plotting my next attack!
How do you handle the plateau? Do you raise the white flag, or do you plan your next attack?
