Today has being a bad day.
Weight loss is really damn EMOTIONAL.
Like it’s almost a mental battle between you and yourself.
I woke up today and the scale in my room showed me 152kg, and I almost threw up.
I buzzed up my consultant and told her I was coming to see her this morning.
On getting to her office, I was so scared to climb the scale, and when eventually I did, I had lost just 0.2 kg between Monday and today.
The truth is that one thing I need to learn is that a loss is a loss no matter how small, but it’s hard.
I am putting in work, like real work and I am expecting to see results, and when I am not seeing them it leads to frustration.
This applies not only to weight loss, but in life generally.
Everybody wants to see results.
I even considered cheating today with a salad or my avocado but I decided not to do that.
I planned to stay dedicated this week and I am going to have to stick with that.
Like my friend said to me this morning, some days are good and some days: not so good.
I am going to keep on fighting.
Off to the gym now.
Talk to you all later.
I WONT GIVE UP.....