170. A number I have begun to LOATHE with all that is in me.
Every. Single. Morning. 170 stares back up at me from the digits on my scale monitor. What are we on, like 2 months now?!
I happened to break it ONE day to 169.6 – I was elated! Literally danced around my bathroom like I just won the Power 5 or something. Yes, I finally broke the 170’s!!! It lasted only that day. The next day I was 170.2 or some shit like that. Again.
I’m elated that it’s not going up, for certain. But my body IS shifting itself around–weight is re-distributing itself WVERYWHERE. As an example, I find the top of my “back fat” is gone now but then I have a complete spare tire above my belly button now. It’s so weird. I don’t feel like I’m losing inches this month- I’m still in a perfect size 12. Not getting any looser or tighter. Just comfortable. Still in a medium top…I just want to lose 25 more pounds. 25! And I’m working so HARD!
So I post this to whine, for sure, but to also show my fellow VSG-ers, stalls are very real. You WILL have them. And while they can be very discouraging, we (including me) MUST remember that we just have to keep rockin’ n Rollin’. Our bodies will get there, maybe just not as fast as our minds want them to.
In the mean time, 170 can take a back seat to the 160’s – please and thank you.