Last week was not a great one. 2 days of workouts and not so great eating. The scale was down a bit (0.6 pounds to be exact) but it still was a lousy week.
I don't know where all my motivation went. The first couple of weeks I was doing so good. With eating and working out. And I was totally reaping the benefits: scale was going down, I felt good, no fluffiness, etc. But now it's just...meh.
The fluffs are creeping up on me. And I just feel awful. And like a complete failure.
But my definition of failure is giving up. And I am NOT giving up just yet. I'm in it for the long haul.
At least I hope so.
French Bread Pizza Mummies
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