202.0 - 77 pounds to go!

Once again, 200 is so close. I feel like it's just sitting there taunting me. All week the scale refused to budge past my last weigh-in of 202.8. When I met with the nutritionist, I mentioned being frustrated that this would be week 3 at 202-203 pounds. She, of course, had to point out that we've not been going to the gym but once a week, so I should be thankful to have lost as much as I have the last couple months. And indeed I am! I hate having to reassure people that my frustration isn't meant to be that whiny "omg, I have to be goal weight RIGHT NOW!" Even when I get aggravated at the scale, I never once think "forget this, I'm done!" Instead, I try to over-analyze what is going on and why the numbers aren't going down the same. There are just so many variables that it's impossible to pin it on one thing, even the gym. Come Monday, the scale said "201.2" and we didn't hit the gym on Sunday, so who knows.

At the meeting, I set the goal of going to the gym 4 days a week, to get back in to going on a regular basis. Winter has been really mild (omg, so wonderful!!!) and the sun is finally setting a little later, so we have to stop with the excuses. The husband has been really good at not wanting to go lately, which really frustrates me. Not that I never have days when I don't want to go, but it seems more and more like I'll say "we should go to the gym today" and he'll reply by saying he doesn't feel well, or he's tired, or his ___ hurts. I need to start taking responsibility for myself and just going without him when that happens. If anything, maybe it will motivate him. But this weekend we did really good. We had our normal appt. with the trainer on Friday (and she totally kicked my butt and my sugar bottomed out again), we did cardio on Saturday, and then we went last night and had a great strength training day. This week will be our first week balancing classes, work and the gym but I'm determined to make it work.