Scale Saturday 2018: Week 11

This month fatigue has set in. I've fallen away from exercising regularly again, other than the usual house work. I've continued to allow too many splurges on the weekends. I'm convinced both of these factors have been the reason for the scale's reluctance to move. I spend too much time and energy relosing weight gained back over the weekend.

Going back through previous years' food journal entries, I've realized that I always seem to hit this same wall three months into a new diet. However, it has always landed in April before, creating the illusion that I am unable to lose more than 5 pounds in that particular month...for whatever reason. April still may be a hard month, I don't know, but for now I'm sticking with the third month theory.

I have a confession to make: last night as we visited with good friends, there were plenty of great foods I really wanted to fill up on...foods that would have moved the scale in the wrong direction. I made up my mind to use yesterday's weight for today in case that happened. Although I would have been up front about it, and the only splurge I did allow was one tiny glass of wine, I realized this morning that I've been giving myself a whole lot of free passes. I shouldn't really be surprised at my lackluster results. And using a different day's weight wasn't the deal I made for myself in the beginning.

Coincidentally, today's weight was the exact same, down to the ounce, as yesterday's.

I have no good advice or recipes or anything else inspiring or profound to share, but consider this a formal switching of the tracks in my mind. Despite tiny results, I've reached another milestone in this journey: I have officially lost half the weight I hoped to lose. 34 pounds down, 34 to go.