Your good, you eat the way your supposed to, you pass up on things that you want, knowing that your doing a good thing for your body. You wait to way yourself, Monday you say, can't weigh myself must wait, but you want too, but you know it will mean more on weigh in on Thursday. Tuesday your really good to make Thursdays numbers even better, Wednesday you are great and anxious for your reward. Thursday morning arives, you got those little butterflies, you step on the scale and BAM!!! its like someone hit you in the head with a bat, nothing.

So you say to yourself, how can this be, I was good, I was extra good. Soon your reasoning is sounding like Doctor Suess, I didn't loose weight though I ate the roast beef, I didn't loose weight though I ate roast meat, I ate them in a boat, I ate them with a goat, I ate them though I could of chose not, I ate them and carbs I did fought, I did I did, sam I am.

Don't ya just hate it, now your left with two options, try to look over your diet and cut back even more what carbs you have and make your life uncomfortable, start eating unflavored meats, and give up the comfort pleasures you got out of food, or just wait for next Thursday, but not with butterflies but with dread of being dissapointed again.

Then you sit and wonder, is all this loose clothing I swear is happening a farce, is it psycological, is it not true, and I am just thinking its loosening up, when I'm just spinning my wheels.

I have gotten this two weeks in a row I am not giving up, but it is discouraging. The truth is, I will keep eating this way for the rest of my life because I think its healthy.

But it would be nice to get a return for my effort at the end of the week..


Maybe I need to measure myself Daily so there is not wait, and no dissapointment, the letdown of doing it right, yet no weightloss hurts.

Sorry just venting to my friends...