I'm sick. Ugh. I took the day off of work and feel like I'm wallowing in my own filth. I hate this crap. I've been eating loads of chicken noodle soup and drinking lots of Gatorade. I'm boated and gross.
Claire, on the other hand, feels like she's lost five pounds blowing her nose today.
Let's see the results.
This scale reading makes me want to cry. I worked my ass off every day for 21 days without fail and I end up gaining 8.2 pounds. I feel like I'm letting myself down. I feel like I'm letting you down. This makes it abundantly clear that while exercise has brought me a long way and is a vital part of my weight loss strategy, it is not the only solution to my problem. Next Monday I'm going to start counting calories for 3 weeks straight. I've never made it that long counting calories, so I'm going to give it the old college try. Of course, it took me 6 years to get my BA, but I did it.
On the plus side, I finished my 21 day challenge yesterday. 20 days of gym visits and 20 flights of stairs yesterday. I have a victory under my belt now. Despite a hefty gain this week, I have a trophy I can put on the shelf. I'm going to keep at it 4 to 6 days a week. I'm also going to keep working on upping the intensity level of my workouts. Hopefully, I'll get to a point where I do at least 5k on the treadmill at least three times a week.
This isn't over. I'm going to lose 100 pounds. I'm going to be healthy.