So at last Saturdays weigh in, I had a loss and reached an all-time low. That was three weeks in a row of losses (two of them rather small, but they were losses). I was hopeful but not ready to declare the plateau over. (Oh, and I know there are some people who think plateaus aren't real, and its just a question of compliance. Yeah. Right. But I'll leave that conversation for another day and another audience.)
Two weeks ago I added another spin class to my workout schedule. I worked out a lot this week (51APs for you Weight Watchers). I was hopeful. I want so badly for that scale to start moving again.
I went to weigh in this morning. It moved. A big move. The wrong way. W. T. F?
I am hanging on by a thread and its fraying.
But I am going to keep working hard. I have to. And I want to. I just need something to go right.