Please forgive me, I feel a bit of a moan coming on.
Why? I lost half a pound. I am trying very hard to refrain from saying “only” half a pound – they all add up eventually. Why am I disappointed? Really, it boils down to the fact that I have been losing pretty good amounts for the last 8 weeks. Do I have a right to be disappointed with that? Technically yes, it’s my body. But at the same time, no I don’t. By looking at that loss, I trivialise my other losses by looking at each one in isolation, rather than remembering that I am 2st 4.5lbs down from my starting point. Not only that, but it hardly comes as a shock – I haven’t been the best at keeping an eye on my syns this week, I had lots of pancakes after the last weigh in, plus the doughnut and egg custard tart yesterday. A mediocre week will result in a mediocre loss. Thankfully, I am sure the amount of exercise I have done this week has made sure that the half lb off wasn’t actually a gain.
On the thought of exercise, I have completed Week 4, so day off tomorrow and then spinning on Thursday. I am feeling a bit apprehensive about going into Week 5, as the reading I have been doing around the Couch to 5k has shown that a lot of the struggles come at this week. I just need to remember that I have made it this far, and I can’t go squandering all my work so far just because I’m apprehensive.
Sorry it’s a whingey post, it’s probably just time to go to bed.