I get so mad at the scale. The ginger in me comes out when the number is the same. Same! I have worked so hard in the last two weeks. I want to throw that evil thing across the room. Sigh.
No pounds off the booty. However, I have lost inches. I guess that counts. My coach said to "shad up" about the scale and in fact, don't use it but once a month. I am obsessed. I have to use it every day. I feel better. My pace is better.
I don't like how I look.
It is killing me.
Clean eating and exercise feeds the soul. Unfortunately, at my age, everything is harder and takes longer. Why, God?
That's all I have to say about that.