My body hates me. Seriously.
I'm on week 3 of at least 4 days a week exercise. I haven't eaten dinner out in at least a month (from a 3-4 day a week habit). I cut back my coffee. I'm drinking at least a gallon of water a day. I am monitoring all of my foods very strictly.
Today? Got on the scale. 6 pounds. Not 6 pounds lost – 6 pounds gained.
I felt defeated. I got off the scale and back on again. The story was the same.
I replayed all my actions from the prior week in my head. Did I overeat? Did I drink all my water? Any slip ups? I couldn't think of ANYTHING.
So, we're chalking this up to my body hating me.
I know what you guys are going to say: “You're building muscle” “You're retaining water”
Does it make me feel better? No.
So, I'm working really hard to think of some non-scale victories this week:
- I FEEL a little smaller
- My squishy fat is out of control
- My body is sore, in a good way
- I KNOW I'm becoming more fit because I'm doing things I wouldn't have been able to do 3 weeks ago
So, I took this picture this morning. It makes me feel a little better. I'm getting a shape.
My body hates me. Blah.