It only takes a minute to determine if I am going to have a good day or a really bad one. That moment takes place every morning when I step on the scale. I have stepped on the damn scale so many times and I am usually within a pound or two of knowing exactly what it will read.
This morning was a bad scale moment. I stepped on after a particularly difficult run and found that I was up 1.4 pounds. I know it does not sound like much but nothing is more deflating than to see the scale move in the wrong direction. Especially since I have been working so hard to turn things in my favor.
In the last two months I have cut out all bread and even pasta. As each week rolls by I start omitting more and more things from my diet. I am at the end of my rope! My clothes are falling off of me but my weight does not budge and I am running short on time.
I have giving myself until the end of this month to drop a full five pounds and all I have managed to do is gain. When I work I have the best results, because I only allow myself one meal a day and usually keep my calories under 800 calories per day. In a four day stretch I can drop a good pound or two and then put it right back on when I go back to 1200 calories per day.
If by December 10th I am not within striking distance I will switch to an all liquid diet. It will be my last desperate attempt to drop the remaining pounds.
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