Plateaus suck, and other rants.

Welcome to Rest Day. I am enjoying this day of doing nothing for a change. I didn't start the day with rest in mind, but KJ's up to his eyes in tax forms, and I am not going to complain. Not about resting, anyway. But about weight loss and the lack thereof? Absolutely.

Maybe I just need to poop?

It feels like I have been working my ass off, literally. Much attention is being paid to what I eat and how many calories I burn. I am tracking everything on SparkPeople and enjoying being in control. But, in spite of all of this, I have hit a plateau. I have been sitting at 10.4 lbs lost for a few days, and while I am frustrated by this, I am not discouraged (yet). I found this to be a helpful bit of advice.

In spite of this, and the science behind it, I am frustrated by the way the weight is melting off of my darling husband. We're eating the same things, exercising the same amount and even though I started 2 weeks before he did, losing the same weight. Actually, he's probably losing it faster. I understand his basal metabolic rate (BMR) is higher than mine, and that him eating the same amount as me would equal him burning more than me. But that doesn't mean I have to be pleased by the difference in our results, damn it!

Maybe I can make his dinner with butter and bacon tonight? 

Mwaaahahahahaha!!

Like he'd complain...

Anyway, I'm feeling great and have noticed I am not huffing and puffing like I'm about to drop dead after 20 minutes on the elliptical any more. While the weigh scale isn't reflecting this, my stretch jeans falling down when I walk reflect it well enough, so I'll consider that this week's victory.