I had written another post but it was stupid so I deleted it. Today I was up 0.4 lbs and suffice it to say that I'm feeling defeated, tired of this two-steps-forward-one-step-back. I knew that weight loss wasn't easy, but I expected it to be predictable: get out what you put in. The last four months have taught me that that's apparently not so.
I'm feeling a bit burnt out today. I feel a bit like crying, and a bit like eating a big ole hunk of carrot cake. I can't keep this up, this cycle of obsession and disappointment. I need to focus differently, but every time I start to, the scale sucks me back in, like a cheating ex-boyfriend with a well-rehearsed apology.
Refocus, refocus, refocus.