I got home from my trip from Park City all excited to jump on the scale. I had a weeks worth of eating right and exercising under my belt and I couldn't wait to see the results. Unfortunately mother nature got in the way, and TOM had come and screwed everything up!! I came home weighing the same as I did before I left.
I know I should look for other signs of weight loss besides just the number on the scale, but it means so stinking much to me. This morning I came in at 244.0. I hate not seeing the progress and hard work.
On Saturday I went to the gym and did the elliptical for 40 minutes on level ten. I'm still feeling it. :)
I'm kind of down in the dumps right now. Did I ever tell you I also struggle with depression? I just need a little sunshine, and to work on my patience. Hope everyone is having a great day!