I feel like I'm at a standstill with my weight loss. I had some good losses then gained again this week. I'm only one pound ahead from a month ago. Meh. I'll keep plugging away. I had such great losses a few months ago and now it's come to almost a near stop. I'm frustrated. It just peeled away and now... nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Since my husband has been out of work, I haven't been able to go to the rehab pool as we simply couldn't afford the fees, as low as they were. But I am blessed by being a member of a wonderful church and they have generously donated the money for me to go again. I can't wait to get back in the pool.
It's been a rough few weeks emotionally, but I've managed to not have one binge. Not ONE binge since I started on this new weight loss journey in May. Did you hear that? NOT ONE! That is one success I have to give myself a pat on the back for. Now if it would just show on the (*^(*^$(*^@@# scale!