I went through with weighing in this morning. Even though I’ve been worried that I look about the same as I did at the beginning of this challenge, I had low key thought/expected to see a 2-3 pound loss. After all, we all have a hard time detecting progress with our own bodies, since we see ourselves every day, and I’ve been doing everything I should be doing.
Instead, my fears were confirmed: I am exactly where I was, when I weighed out at the end of #SnatchedForSummer.
Actually, it was worse than that. I was one pound UP. I became depressed pretty much instantly, and went right back to bed. It was about 6:30a, so I didn’t have to be up yet, anyway.
When I got up for the day for real, a bit later this morning, I weighed again and the extra pound was gone, probably thanks to peeing. The point is, there has been zero progress whatsoever on the scale.
I feel really defeated, because the dark thoughts of never being able to break through this plateau are becoming more and more real. I want to lose 25 pounds, which is already a lot of weight to lose. And, I’m working so hard, only to fail at losing even 1 pound.
I’ve cut calories to only about 1500/day, meaning I’m eating at a deficit daily– which should be enough on its own for weight loss. I’m working out pretty hard. And A LOT. For fuck’s sake, I went to CrossFit and two spin classes yesterday (after the normal 45 minute class I went to was over, the instructor invited anyone who wanted to to stay for her next “express”/30 minute class, for free; I did so). WHAT ELSE DO I HAVE TO DO?
I’m trying not to feel overwhelmed by hopelessness. My next move will be to dial in my macros, I guess. I’m going to have to sort out meals that will leave me with a 45/35/20 percentage of calories from protein/fat/carbs. This is the distribution recommended by Michael Matthews, and a lot of people seem to have had success with his advice, based on Amazon reviews of his books.
So I guess there’s a lot of chicken breasts and broccoli in my future. Ugh.