I think every one of my leg muscles hurts, my shoulders hurt, my chest hurts.
But it feels so good. I know that I've worked my tail off really good the past couple of days (more than other days in a while) and it feels great. I enjoy working out. Now if only I wasn't so sore to get up and do zumba this morning. I just don't think my body will let me. I may sick to riding my stationary bike this morning because it's already so hot outside.
___________________________________________________________________________________Ok so I was trying to keep this post all happy or whatever but I just don't feel happy today. I'm proud of how far I've come in the past 10 weeks but I'm feeling a bit sad today. I know that maybe I'm gaining muscle and blah blah muscle weighs more than fat. But I know I've got a lot of fat in there that should be leaving me and the scales just aren't reflecting that this week. I feel like I'm stuck again and I'm scared I may be going up the scale. I feel like I'm working my tail off and burning enough calories throughout the day, it's just not going down. :/ I hate to just dwell on the number I see, but I can't help it. I want to lose weight and to me, that shows up on the scale. I know for sure that I've got more muscle than I use to- but really? how much more does muscle weigh than fat? I just think that's a lame excuse or lame reason to not seeing pounds come off.
I have stuck to my "plan" for the past 10 weeks with only a few slip ups. I have stayed under or around 1000-1200 calories a day with a lot of those days being way under. I have stuck with working out almost every day!
It is so hard to have the patience with losing weight. I want to see results constantly and it sucks when I get to a week and I see nothing, no movement on the scale.
I see changes in my clothes for sure. I know I'm losing inches and I know I'm getting smaller. I know that is a great way to know that even though the scale doesn't say it, the clothes do.
I'm just afraid that I'm doing something wrong. I gave in yesterday for a few extra bites and told myself I wasn't going to feel guilty about it, but I do. I feel guilty about every bite I put in my mouth. All I see when I put food in my mouth is "calories" and "working it off." I guess that's part of learning to eat differently and having a different lifestyle than I use to. I use to just eat whatever the heck I wanted and sometimes I'd say "in moderation." Which is a JOKE! If you are saying "in moderation" every day, do you really think it's in moderation? NO!
Anyway, enough of me ranting away about how down in the dumps I feel right now. I'm going to go drink me a protein drink and get on my bike and ride far far away in my mind to a place where I'm skinny and a place where I can stick my feet in the sand, wearing a bikini, and drinking a big margarita. :)