I weighed in tonight. It didn't seem to go well. Nope, not at all. I went up another .8. I know that it doesn't seem like a lot. But to me, it is. I thought I was going to go down. My boyfriend is wonderfully sweet and is trying to make me feel better by talking about the difference between fat and muscle and how much they weigh.
I do feel pretty great because I lost an inch and a half from my waist in personal training. We measured last week and in the month that I have been working out with her and working out more every week, I lost some inches. So, I guess I should find victory in that, right? Be excited by the loss in my waist?
Also, have I mentioned that I LOVE my personal trainer. She is FANTASTIC! Not only does she kick my butt, but we have lots of fun. AND I feel like I have a friend in her. We make each other laugh and run around the gym having a grand ole time. It makes it MUCH easier to work out. MUCH MUCH easier. I actually look forward to going to work out with her.
This next week I don't want it to be a gain. I want to LOSE LOSE LOSE!
So, here's to another week... I will email my WW friends, track all my coffee, drink more water, and make sure that I am working out when I say I am !
Tomorrow is a new day and I will be excited... until then, I will be grumpy!