It went a little something like this:
Week One: no loss
Week Two: 1 1/2 pound gain
Week Three: 1 pound gain
Week Four: no loss
I was so frustrated because I really was doing everything right. I was following the plan. I was counting all my points. I wasn't using all my flex points and I had even started exercising a little bit. I was completely frustrated and mystified by the whole situation. Prior to those four weeks, I had been losing at a steady pace.
It was during the fourth week of my plateau that I broke down and cried for about 30 minutes after my weigh-in. I was seriously at the point of throwing in the towel. I mean, what was the point of being so good and eating all the vegetables and fruit and denying myself the things I really wanted if it wasn't going to change anything?
I really don't know how I found the gumption to keep going, but I did. I have amazing support from my husband, my mother and my best friend. They were all encouraging me to hang in there.
During a Skype session with my best friend, Karen, something she said clicked for me. She reminded me that I have been through a lot of medical/physical changes since the beginning of the year. My medications have been changed several times and I have had new ones added. She reminded me that my thyroid was all out of whack and that I needed to allow all these things to settle down and fall into place.
My next weigh-in was approaching and I was dreading it. I was so afraid to step on those scales and see no progress. I wasn't sure I could handle the disappointment.
Friday morning came and I said a little prayer before I stepped on the scale (which I always do). I closed my eyes and stepped up. I waited just a couple of seconds before I opened my eyes, and looked down.
I'm happy to report, I had a 1 1/2 pound loss. I was so shocked, I had to get off and get back on just to be sure.
|I wasn't seeing my progress until I put these pics side by side.|
I'm learning so much through this journey. It's not easy, but then, I never thought it would be.