I just might lose my mind before I lose this extra poundage. Today was tough for me. I had my weekly weigh in yesterday, and I'm extremely upset. I gained two pounds.
This should not upset me. My doctor told me I gained two pounds of muscle, and lost a half pound of fat. So overall, its more of a success. But it doesn't FEEL like success. I feel like I got fatter. The needle moved up when it should have gone down. Grr! I want a brownie. The reasonable part of my brain tells me I should be happy. Gaining muscle is good. The other less logical part of my brain only cares about the number on the scale. And that number is bad! Worse than last week, which means that all of my hard work was for nothing.
Not to mention, I'm starting to question the accuracy of this doctors technology. I did alot of cardio this week but skipped the lunges so exactly how did I get these two pounds of "muscle?"Conspiracy!
I'm starting to feel like a bi-polar nutcase, and I'm in the mood for some chocolate therapy.