So, I posted once before about the suckitude of plateaus.
Since, for some reason, I've been gobsmacked with another one, I'm going to vent a little.
Thank you for understanding.
The scale is currently my nemesis. More accurately, the numbers that refuse to admit defeat and remain staunchly at 269 are my current enemy.
I really, really don't like this lack of dropping numbers.
A few weeks ago I was at 264. Woohoo! 3 days later I was back up to 269, and there I have remained, with hardly a fluctuation, for 19 long days.
Nineteen days!!! It's so very, very frustrating.
I've been good. Like, REALLY good.
But…wait. Maybe those (homemade and really delicious) iced mochas I was indulging in were adding more carbs than I realized. Made with coffee, almond milk, a little cream, a little cocoa powder, and some honey, they have become an all-too regular indulgence. And the dessert-ish things I've been craving (and giving in to), like dark chocolate-covered coconut-almond-butter bites, and microwave mug cakes with bananas and chocolate chips. I've nibbling on fruit more lately, too, and that can pack on the carbs.
Even the veggies and meats have been pushing the limits of my carb intake previous to now. Barbecue sauces, marinades, dressings and mixes with a little honey for sweetness and balance…it all adds up. Fast.
Family get togethers and backyard barbecues and social gatherings have really swayed me, it seems. With nearly every week holding some sort of occaision, it's easy to get lost in all the good stuff and wade in maintenance shallows instead of gleefully backstroking through weightloss zones.
I guess I was so busy patting myself on the back for my progress and my size 18 shorts and totally rocking the paleo at a buffet dinner with friends that I was letting a lot slide.
Gosh, I just love these 'well, duh' moments.
So I guess it's back up on the weightloss wagon for me.
Let me just finish this iced mocha first.