I have no idea how I managed to lose 3.4 pounds this week, but you won't hear me complaining. There were days I was over, there were days I was under, like all weekend while we watched our 8 week old niece. We didn't get to the gym at all during the week and even had to postpone our personal training session due to babysitting, so it really makes no sense in my head. But, I'll take what I can get after that plateau!
We bought a mirror this weekend at Ikea (mad <3 for Ikea!) so now we'll be able to see ourselves full length. Looking at myself in the mirrors while picking one out I think I noticed that I look a little bit smaller, but not much. I still see the big gut hanging, my slightly smaller shirt clinging to it because it protrudes. Years of wearing pants as they got smaller has made my stomach essentially look like it was cut in the middle. It's not quite muffin-top as it gets bigger below the waistline as well. And it's taking it's sweet time getting smaller, which is really aggravating. I really wish it would at least firm up so that I can stop worrying that I'm just going to have a bunch of loose skin hanging.
This week I'm going to focus on not being so freaked out if I go over on calories on some days. Losing 3.4 pounds in a week is great in terms of numbers, but realistically I know it's too much. So while on one hand I'm thinking "Who cares?! Let the numbers fall fast, that means we'll be in smaller clothing even sooner!" but I also know that slower is better. So while I'm not going to eat more than my daily amount, I'm not going to flip out and feel like the next day I should punish myself if I do.
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