A loss is a loss and a gain is a gain.

Maybe it was just me but it seemed like there were shocked faces last night when I weighed in.  I know mine was.  At first I thought I lost but the memory of the goldfish didn't remember my last weight.  I ended up gaining .6 pounds this week.  What did I do wrong?  I thought I ate well and exercised just as hard as I did before even added in the medicine ball.

That gain is not a set back and I will show that fat who the true boss is.  True measure of weight loss is done in two week measurements.  So since that was week 4 and the week before was a 6.4 pound loss I am still down.  So where do I go from here... quite simply continue down the weight loss train.  I had thought about setting myself a goal to lose 5-6 pounds this week.  Then after some thought and discussion with the Lord, I decided not to do that.  If I fail, to meet that goal I will do more damagee mentally even if I lose 4 pounds.

This morning at the gym I didn't waste anytime I walked back into the dungeon picked up the medicine ball and threw it at the wall as hard as possible.  I was frustrated and that was the best way to relieve that feeling.  At least I didn't go and eat a whole pizza or bucket of chicken wings.  When I was done with this mornings workout I felt better both mentally and physically.

So while writing this entry, Paula came by and extended an invitation to join them in the pool for the Thursday workout.  Aww yisss I love the water.  I look forward to sweating while swimming.  That seems so odd.  I welcome it and look forward to splashing around.