Well I guess it was bound to happen... This is the first week (out of 21 of them) that I've gained any weight. 2.8 lbs to be exact. I also gained a quarter of an inch on my waist and hips. No change in my arm measurement. I hear from friends and family that I shouldn't worry and that I've "plateau'd" but unfortunately those words of comfort don't help me emotionally at this point.
I did everything like I normally do. Exercised 30 minutes everyday on the elliptical, all my strength training for the week, and under my calories for everyday of the week except Saturday. Didn't eat anything of the normal. There's no "hormonal changes" for me nor did I have too much sodium or lack of sleep... its simply, out of the blue.
This routine that I've held to has brought me through 21 weeks of loss and balance thus far... now I feel defeated. I was ahead of schedule now I'm behind. It's sad. And depressing. and has affected my attitude, my motivation, and my confidence in what I'm doing. I feel like a student who worked tirelessly to complete a massive project, only to get an F on it.
Nonetheless, I worked out this morning, and I'm going to do my strength training tonight... I ate a healthy breakfast and lunch and will do the same for dinner. I've not given up. But emotionally I'm very crushed. I feel like I've be beaten up this week, not only due to this unexpected gain but also from personal and professional needs of others.
This weekend I have a camp out with my Girl Scout troop and I'm hoping that this will rejuvenate me. How could 12 9-years-olds rejuvenate me you ask? It sounds weird, but this will be the first time going and doing something very physical since my healthy lifestyle change, so I'm looking forward to seeing what my body can do.
Wish me luck this week.