Well, okay, yay. YAY! 155lbs lost in 8 months.
But, boo…because I was really hoping for a 20-pound loss.
Alright, fine. I was really hoping for more…but I figured the 20lbs would be acceptable. Good, even.
15 pounds is….okay.
Why do I let the numbers mess with my head this way?
Taking it all into consideration- the no-limit carb-riddled vacation, my appalling lack of regular exercise (and I stress the regular part, cause I totally worked it…sometimes) this month, the way I've let my daily carb intake slide from under 30g to under 75g, and the fact that I just don't have as much to lose anymore- when I look at the big picture, it's actually pretty good.
So why am I cranky and annoyed and down on myself for it?
Allow me to answer that…. because I got lazy, I took advantage, and I let things slide, when I shouldn't have. That explains my dread and emotional-wind up of this weigh-in.
Fine then. It's time to get back to regular exercise. It's time to bring my carb limit back down. It's time to do another Whole30, and reset my body- and my mental attitude.
Time to get back on track.
You can't see me, but I'm nodding emphatically.