Total loss for last week was 1.8 lbs. It seems low to me for the amount of work I've been putting in, but I know that my body has been 'readjusting' this week. All my clothes fit better/different and it's more then a >2lb loss can account for. My scale is also telling me that I'm losing body fat. In fact, it thinks I've lost about 5 lbs of fat last week. So, that cheered me up a bit. Still not fitting into the top pairs of pants in my 'bonus clothes' but I did fit into (and pull out) all my next size underwear.
Some other victories...
Wednesday hubby and I went out for a walk - we pushed ourselves and put in 6 miles!
Thursday I missed my group run, but forced myself out the door anyway. I started easy and maintained a steady pace and ended up running the entire 4 miles that was in my plan. That was a HUGE victory for me.
Saturday I had another group run in The City. It was cold, gloomy and rainy, but I went anyway. I was happy and surprised to find that there was a good sized group running my pace and I stuck with them for the entire 6 miles. Yes _I_ ran 6 miles (with some walking mixed in).
Sunday - well yesterday I was really struggling with head hunger, and black thoughts. I think I'm hormonal. I bumped my calories a little, but kept them all good fats and proteins. That did seem to help, some. My husband suggested I needed 'retail therapy' I told him what I wanted was 'bon bon therapy' but I wasn't going to allow myself to go there. I didn't and I was proud of that fact.
What's really strange is that even though I haven't noticed a huge spike in energy or anything like that, I've found that my 'bad mood' has made me restless. I just can't sit still right now and my house is starting to get really clean :D For someone like me to whom all housework is evil, that's a pretty big deal.
Anyway - I'm alive. I'm doing ok and I'm hoping that in a day or two I can be a little more positive and motivating...