I have a feeling that I've been a little too generous in my mental measuring lately.
That, or my scale is busted.
While I'd really, really really like to roll with the theory that I've lost quite a bit but my scale is retarded, I know better. Which means I need to get my fat butt in gear and stop overdoing the workouts (seriously, strained muscles and over-stressed joints are no fun) and concentrate on eating clean. And since I'm being honest, eating less…I've been a little too lax in my 'It's paleo so I can have as much as I can stuff in my face' reasoning.
I don't know why I stared dumbfounded at the scale and thought 'oh, it'll change' while not admitting that the numbers don't lie. Clearly, the numbers are reflecting that I'm not doing something right. I realized that in order to get back on track and figure myself out, I need to do is go back to the basics. Watch my macros, hit my counts, track every single bite.
Crap. I hate when the truth gets shoved in my face, and nothing does that faster than tracking my foods, starting at the hard core evidence that I'm waaaaay off my game.