I really hate the scale! I believe there is really nothing more scary than getting on that blasted weight estimating contraption. See, eleven days ago I had the mumps, couldn't hardly eat and ate the foods that I fed my children albeit in moderation. Yet, when I got on the scale I was back up to 412 pounds. I really wanted yell, scream and throw things! Why! I thought to myself. What to do, now? I thought to myself. I am going to fail. I am going to stall and never lose weight again. These and many other demons surfaced. But I sat down and collected my thoughts. I can't afford to give up or give in! I have to continue. What can I do to get back on the weightloss train?
I decuided to up my exercise and really control my intake of carbs. Did it work? I am through a plateau? I really hope so. The scale read 400 pounds even which is a 12.6 pound drop from about 10 days ago and around 8 pound for the month. I will continue to exercise and plan on adding weights into the regime. My goal for this month is 15 pounds. Will I make it? I don't know but I refuse to give up!