I thought I was killing week two. I’m not kidding. I felt good. I felt full most days, like I wasn’t depriving myself. I felt empowered hitting my exercise goals daily.
That came crashing down this morning when I stepped on the scale. Now I know that isn’t a true picture of what’s going on. I’m going to try something a little different this week because maybe I’m not eating enough calories for how much I’m moving. This is a constant learning curve for me. I haven’t found the magic mix for me yet when it comes to how much I should eat matched with how much I work out.
My measurements changed which helps me feel a little better. I’m going to just keep pushing and forget what the scale says. Know it will either catch up or not matter because my clothes fit better.