Something really strange happened this weekend...
I went to they gym. Saturday AND Sunday.
Yeah, I know! I can't remember the last time I went to the gym on a weekend. But twice? Yep.
Friday was our 2nd weigh in for the Biggest Loser competition at our school. I lost zero again. But you know what? I wasn't even mad.
I mean, it had just been 4 days since our last weigh in (since we missed our weigh in the week before because of the snow day). AND that morning before weigh in I saw a 2 lb. loss on my scale at home (which I think is a more accurate weigh since I weigh at home under the same circumstances each time).
Although it sucked, I really didn't care what that scale said. I know that my body has to give eventually. I have been counting calories and journaling everything I eat. I only went over my set amount of calories once this week, and that was only by 100 calories (I felt really snacky on Friday). And this week, for the first time in several months, I went to they gym FIVE TIMES.
I am now working out for an hour each time. I do 30 minutes on the elliptical, and 30 minutes on the bike. When I first started, I could only do about 20 minutes on the elliptical and I walked the track for about 20 minutes.
And you know what else? I can FEEL changes. My clothes are definitely looser already. I am still quite depressed, but I can feel the cloud lifting a little. Some people have also told me they can tell I am losing.
Yes, I will keep going despite the scale. That thing hasn't defined me in a long time.