I’ve had a great week where I’d given it my all. I’ve had great sessions with Michael, exercised like mad on my own and I’ve stuck religiously to my diet. Yesterday, I even packed my own measured healthy lunch whilst lunching out, refused that glass of champagne, offer of chocolates, nothing was going to distract me from my regime this week, not even one little snack, especially as I have a celebration planned for the weekend and will be having a day off my regime!

I’ve even caught glimpses of myself that surprised me this week because I looked smaller. I’ve tried clothes that didn’t fit before, this week, they had fitted. Yesterday, a family member I hadn’t seen in about 5 weeks commented that I had lost weight. She said my face was definitely smaller as she admired my healthy lunch littered with colourful vegetables. I was chuffed to bits and glowing with pleasure and renewed optimism.

This morning, I weighed myself, and I have gained 0.66 pounds (0.3kg) since last Saturday:-( This is one week where gaining weight was so not the option I was expecting. My disappointment is more than I could have anticipated and clearly I have failed to manage my expectations being swept away by my good week.

Sure, it could be muscle gain, water retention, hormonal issues, whatever…but right now, all those possibilities offer me little consolation. I appreciate that there are other ways of measuring weight loss than just the scale but why can’t my hard work reflect on the scale like the rest of mankind manage so easily?

OK, I’ll snap out of my disappointment soon enough. The show must go on and all that. But let me enjoy my pity party for just 5 more minutes…

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