This morning marked the third weigh in, and for the first time, I’ve gotten really frustrated. For eleven days, I have been at 295 pounds. I knew I was going to hit a wall, I didn’t know it would be so soon, and last so long. I’ve had relationships last a shorter time than this has.
I’m allowing myself to be frustrated/angry this morning. Then I am going to be over it and redouble my efforts. I have followed the diet plan laid out to perfection. I haven’t veered off course once in three weeks. No alcohol, no fast food, no soda’s; none of the crap I used to consume on a daily basis. I have picked up the number of workouts as well. I had three yesterday, and did a Pure Form workout this morning.
But I am going to add variety tonight. I’m going to go play some basketball at Pacific tonight. I haven’t played in a while, and I think I’ll enjoy the change of pace, at least to get my mind off how mad I am at myself.
I have to remind myself it took time to poison myself as I have, and its going to take time to clean myself up.
