For the last 3 months or so it has been my goal to get to the gym a minimum of 3 times a week. And I've actually been doing it, sometimes even 4 or 5 days. I even ran/walked in a 5k! (Go me!) But an hour at them gym, plus eating healthier, and smaller portions, I have yet to see a pound lost. And before I hear someone say "Muscle weighs more than fat!" or "I bet your clothes fit better, though," I'm gonna just vent a smidge. While I feel better and healthier inside, not 1 piece of my clothing fits better. In fact they almost feel tighter. Frustrating, right? And I'm utterly exhausted!
So now I move to phase 3. (Phase 2 was eating better in general and more portion control.) I'm counting calories now. (Gasp!!) And do you realize how hard it is?! It's awful! And it's a few steps harder when you have kids. It becomes difficult to dream of carrots when you have your son's leftover peanut butter and Nutella sandwich winking, nay, dancing, in front of your eyes just begging to be gobbled up. And those little crackers laying around are crying out to be snacked on. And late night ice cream screams from the freezer. (I won't lie... I love food.)
So in the next little while if you come across me and I seem a little cranky or irritable it's probably because I'm just hungry. Hopefully it'll go away, or at least subside soon.