fighting the frustration...

OK, when I get to the point that I am so frustrated I can't stand it, I have to step back and see the whole picture again. Over the last 2 years I have lost 43 pounds. V-E-R-Y S-L-O-W-L-Y, but don't we always hear it's more likely to stay off if lost slowly? (at least I continually tell myself this!)

The last few weeks I have been doing a "Health Quest" at the local YMCA. I am down 5 pounds since the original weigh-in, but for some reason my scale at home is entirely different from the one at the Y. And I don't mean one weighs a particular amount higher or lower...it is just different every week! This morning I was down 2 pounds at home...ate nothing, did nothing, got to the Y and weighed and I was up 1. This is the most frustrating thing in the world! I don't mind a gain if I deserve it. I don't LIKE it, but I understand it and it pushes me to do better the next week. But when you have done good, your scale shows progress and then you get to the official WI and BAM, a gain, it is enough to piss me off and frustrate me good.

It's like my body just sets numbers that it refuses to go below...I will struggle for weeks or even months before it will finally decide to let go of a few pounds of fat. Then 5 pounds later, it will decide it doesn't want to budge again...I guess these are plateaus. (though I hate that word, LOL!) I just hate that I hit them so freakin often! It's not like I'm getting close to goal...I still have 65 pounds to get to my goal...I should be losing more than I am.

Again, big picture. As long as my weight, as a whole, is coming down, it's a good thing, right? Even at 20 pounds a year, I will eventually get down to a healthy weight. I just don't want to wait 3 more years!

My current plan is to take the course to become certified to teach zumba in June...I bet this will help me get the weight off!

Ah well...on to tomorrow I guess.