Last week I was very diligent – I exercised a lot, I avoided all sorts of food sabotage, I even went out Saturday night to a sports bar to hang out with a friend at a wine tasting and consumed only zero-calorie beverages. Yesterday I avoided all sorts of baked goods and treats as I attended a professional user group meeting that were staring right at me for 4 hours.
For all of my efforts this morning I was rewarded with…a half-pound gain.
Stupid body. I was already at a crisis state, which is why I was working so hard.
Stupid body. I’m going to spare myself (and you) all of the usual justifications – I did not gain a half-pound of muscle in a week, I am not retaining water due to my monthly cycle, I did not have a big salty meal last night.
Really, there’s no reason it didn’t work last week. Ahh…the mystery of the human body. Sometimes you just have to shake your head and say, “Next week. Next week is when it will show up.”
If it doesn’t I’m chopping off a leg or something.