Well, after 2 weeks of no movement on the scale...a couple of days ago it went down a pound...and for the last couple of days...again no movement. But, I am still trudging on. I am still eating right, working out 4-5x a week...and moving on. In inches I am going down...I tried on a pair of jeans last night that I haven't worn in a couple of years, and they slid right on...I couldn't believe it!! I have gone down almost 3 sizes in my jeans...and that to me is amazing! But I really want the scale to move....why is it that we let that # on the scale define us?? When it goes down, it makes me so happy...I feel lighter, happier...and when it stays the same, or even goes up a little...I get ticked. I feel heavy, sad, and ticked off. Even though from one day to another I can tell the difference in my clothes...that stupid # on the scale makes all the difference in the world.
Well, next Tuesday is my 1st fill...and today is 4 weeks since my surgery...I am ready to get this fill stuff started and ready to get my weight dropping!