It’s hard not to get into a funk when you find out that you’ve been working out and not actually losing any weight.
Especially when I felt like I had lost weight. I mean, the night before I told Chad that I was starting to feel a teeny bit better about myself.
And even though I’m the queen of believing you should judge your progress based on how you feel and how your clothes feel instead of what the scale says, it’s awful difficult when My Fitness Pal keeps telling me that I should be losing pounds, and I’m not.
I’m not going to stop. I’m going to keep at it. This baby weight will come off — and I’ll finally fit in my pre-baby clothes again.
But it’s going to be a lot more difficult, psychologically, than I ever anticipated.