Week 2 and the scale didn’t fucking budge.
Where is it??
I’m talking about the fat that had me gain 10 lbs. Where is it?
I am the same size I have been for months, and I’m not just saying that to you while I secretly shoe-horn myself into my jeans.
As my poor, sweet Grandmother’s funeral took place this weekend, EVERY person that came to support us said I looked amazing! Wonderful! Unbelievable!! Instead of being flattered I was pissed off. First of all because I wasn’t there to show off my new bod, I was there to bury my Nonna. And secondly because I can’t see it, all I can see is the damn numbers on the scale. They are literally blinding me.
I understand basic physics for Christ’s sake…..WHERE IS IT?
I emailed my nutritionist and told her that when I come in for my appointment on Jan 27 I want to step on the body fat analysis machine. It’s been over a year since I was on there last. You stand on a scale looking thing that has handles like a bike and it measures your weight as well as somehow tells you what percentage of your body is water, muscle, bones, etc. It is also able to tell you where exactly the fat and muscle is distributed throughout your body. It’s pretty sci-fi if you ask me.
All I know is I need some answers. Stat.
Week two of the New Year is over and although I have now run 18 miles (applause, and thank you) I still feel shitty.
Something’s gotta give.