So my weigh in day did not go as expected (or hoped). I lost weight, which made me fairly happy, but it was a very small, almost infinitesimal loss. I brooded for at least 20 minutes, inwardly railed at the unfairness of life, and actually contemplated quitting. Then I mentally smacked myself and reminded myself that eating healthy and exercising regularly are victories in themselves, the number on the scale is secondary. While it was disappointing, I still made my way to the grocery store and loaded up on fruits and vegetables and healthy snacks, knowing that these positive choices would make me feel better both in mind and body.
*warning* sensitive feminine issues ahead...
Then I got home and discovered why I did not see a bigger loss this week. The dreaded period. Ugh. Typically I can expect to gain 3-5 pounds in the three days before and first 2 days of my period. Is it not enough that I suffer excessive anxiety, horrific cramps, fatigue, cold sores, irritability, etc etc etc? Oh no, add weight gain into the mix! I'm past the point of child-bearing and am entering into the fertility phase I like to call "waiting for freedom". Usually I can tell when my "monthly friend" (who coined this evil phrase? There is nothing friendly about it!) is about to arrive, but with all of the changes going on in my life right now it totally slipped my mind.
On the plus side, I managed to still lose weight despite all the water retention, and I can hopefully expect a bigger loss next week. On the minus side...well, I have to deal with life for the next 6 days until I feel human again.
Oh well, onward and downward!!
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