So, yesterday I declared myself queen of tortoises as I’d only lost 3.5lbs in 4weeks. I weighed in today to find I put on 1.5lbs so that makes it 2lbs for 4.5 weeks. That feeling of hopelessness and misery is all too familiar and I hate it.
Clearly not a tortoise but I can’t think of any creature which is in reverse.
Intellectually I know it’s not possible I put on that weight in a day, but emotionally I feel despair. It’s that horrible thing of it setting your mood.
I weigh erratically as I’m only at home (where the scales are for - usually - 2 or 3 nights a week, max.
I’ve not told my boyfriend I’m doing this as I don’t want it to define our relationship - it did with my husband who clearly thought I was at fault. But he’s v empathetic (the bf) and he knows when I’m feeling sad.
i can weigh in again tomorrow and I’m trying both to focus on possible good news then - and simultaneously trying to guard against further failure.
Sorry for the epically long post, but I needed to get it out.