After the last weigh in, I was still feeling confident, especially since I was able to justify it to myself (whether or not my justifications actually make sense). But for some reason, even after a pep talk from Cassie, I started feeling low.
My weigh in following my first week of really working out showed a loss of 4.5lbs, and then I'm gaining? It almost made me want to give up exercising... if it's not helping it's hurting, right?
Clearly I'm wrong about that. Exercise, whether I'm losing weight or not, is good for me. And despite the fact that I didn't think that the number on the scale is moving downward fast enough, I can definitely see a change in how my body looks since I started working out. They have a long way to go still, but my thighs are definitely slimming out, and it feels different (in a good way) when I put my hands on my hips. There is less fluff :)
This morning, considering how bad I was feeling, I decided to see exactly how much weight I have lost since moving to Texas.
So what exactly am I getting sad about? Nothing apparently.
And thankfully that was enough to turn my frown upside down. That and crafts. I love crafts. See my Pinterest later :)