Days like this.

I'm getting a little tired of reporting that I'm still the same, I am glad I'm not gaining.  Why does this process of weight loss take so much longer than it does to gain weight.  According to the experts I should be seeing those instant results now that I've started to exercise.  Okay it's only 15 minutes a day, but three days ago it was nothing, a pound or two loss would be nice.  We've all seen those magazine articles tauting 10 pound losses for one week of walking...hello!  (WARNING!  Nobody better make a comment about how muscle weighs more than fat, that would be bad timing.)

It's days like this that make me want to dive into a bag of potatoe chips and never come out.  I keep thinking that if I'm not seeing results, what's the point of this.  I mean really.  Yesterday I ate, breakfast bar, slice of pumpkin loaf, sandwich, pumpkin loaf, veggie pasta, pumkin loaf.  That's it.  I went to the stable, I did housework and I exercised. 

Todays Question:  "Does anyone out there feel as sorry for me as I do?"

I doubt that's possible really, but if you do thanks.  I seem to need some sympathy this morning.  What's wrong with having people feel sorry for you, I don't mind pity.  Especially when I feel pitiful.  Do you know that if this continues it will take me two years to lose fifty one pounds.  Can I come up with two years worth of blogging material, you can see the downward spiral I'm already on.

Oh I enjoyed that pity party, I'll stop now.  There is an old song it goes, "Momma said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this momma said."  So I'll take out one or two of those pieces of pumpkin loaf, continue to eat less, and I'll try to keep the pity parties down to one every two or three months. For your sakes not for mine, it felt kinda good on my end.

I see the sun is rising out my bedroom window and the light of the day is overcoming the darkness.  I'll be alright, I can do this. 

Be blessed with a wonderful day.