Friday is finally here and I am feeling better.
My weight still hasn't dropped like I want it to, but I am praticing patience. And determination.
For all I know, a bunch of weight may be just about to drop. But even if it didn't and I still continued to lose at an agonizingly slow pace...I came to a few conclusions.
I won't give up until I lose the weight.
Even if it takes longer.
I've been having thoughts like...what if I have a bunch more fat cells than I used to because of all the babies. You do know that the very second you get pregnant, your body starts producing double the normal amount of fat cells. So, I was thinking...wow, maybe because of that...it's taking longer.
Then I thought...well, I am getting older, maybe the way my body metabolizes is slowing down.
Doesn't matter. I'll persist until I get to my goal.
But despite the number on the scale I have noticed a few positives.
All this running has caused my legs to be stronger on my leg work-outs. I am feeling stronger during my runs.
My belly is significantly smaller and I feel comfortable enough to wear tank tops outside of the house.
Hey, maybe I'm gaining muscle which weighs more than fat.
All I know is that for the past two or so weeks I have eaten perfectly and exercised just as much and my weight has stayed the same.
Something has to give soon.
Hope you're all doing well.