I got weighed yesterday and, as the title suggests, the result was a little disappointing. It was still a loss (after I took off my shoes) but it wasn't much of one. A measly three pounds in a month. I've been eating pretty much the same amount of calories, but I switched things up a bit. Mostly I got lazy and took the easy route. That meant I ended up cutting out some vegetables I would have normally had. I also ended up doing less exercise.
I was pretty sloppy in the first half of the month. Even though I tried to pick up the slack in the last two weeks, not enough slack was picked up. I was also weighed a week early. If I had been weighed next week I might have been able to knock off a couple more pounds but that would still have sucked. I was hoping to lose at least nine.
Still, gotta pick myself up and keep on going. I can tell myself what I did wrong and I can change it up next time around. I need to see what went wrong as a reason that it happened, and not feel like it was just an excuse. That's the biggest problem I have with things like this. I'll see the reasons they went the way they did as excuses, and just feel bad about them. But I have more fruit, I'm going to eat more vegetables, and dammit I'm going to call up the physio and see what we can do about my body.
I kinda screwed up this past month but I won't let it happen this time around. The nutritionist also had a few ideas of her own, and thought that maybe I was actually eating a little too little. Or maybe my body is just slowing down a little and I have to accept these small amounts of loss. Nuts to that though. I still weigh about twice as much as I should so there's no way, to me, that I've reached a point where my weight loss is going to come to such a grinding halt. I know when I get closer to my target weight I'll have to exercise more to come close to a good loss, and I'll accept that when the time comes.
For now, it's back to eating better and exercising more.