I’ve been hesitating to write this post.
Mostly because of my 2nd to last post.
I can feel myself slipping. I’m stating to track less and less, especially after dinner.
I haven’t felt like cooking all weekend. And I haven’t been cooking all weekend.
I’ve been making frozen pizzas and ordering take out.
I’ve been trying to harden my resolve. To push my willpower to its limits.
But I just can’t seem to care. Which is ridiculous, because it’s not like I’m not making progress.
And it’s DEFINITELY not that I am not motivated by my progress. I am.
But I think it’s more so how much I am unmotivated by my lack of progress.
My husband took a picture of my back this weekend, and when I looked at it, I cringed.
It wasn’t pretty. And it made me feel like all of my dieting and exercising and tracking has been for nothing.
67 days – for nothing?
It’s terrible that I feel that way! I should be proud of my progress and of my commitment.
But I’m just not. I’m still not “thin.” I still don’t look the way I think I should, so it leaves me just so frustrated.