Sore glutes and a ZERO

Today is the weigh in day. I strip down, hoping, praying, wait. Did I tinkle? That will take off some. Okay, good, I'm ready. I hop on the scale. Hold my breath. Wait, I should let it out, that might help. AND it's a big, fat ZERO loss this week. BU-UH-UMMER. I worked hard. I did Insanity. Multiple times. And my rear end and legs are killing me. I watched my points. Like a hawk. So what's a girl to do?

Well, this girl would normally run for the kitchen and eat a cookie and say, "oh, well. I must be resistant." and use that as an excuse to have a pity party. But I didn't. SCORE for me. Instead, I put my workout clothes on and did another beat down session of Insanity. And I ate a sensible, low point breakfast. And I guzzled some water. And I REALLY thought about my week.

Did I make sure to write down EVERYTHING I ate? What about the olives I had at lunch? And I realized, I *think* I did a good job but maybe I need to update my food log the minute I eat to make sure. Yes, that's what I'll do.

Then I thought some more. And I came to this conclusion, so what? So what if this week I didn't lose? I worked hard, I monitored and counted my food, I made good, healthy choices. Do I care that I didn't lose? Let's just be honest, HELL yeah. Sort of. Because I just want it off. But really, sigh, no. I'm just going to keep on going. Because I've heard that's what skinny girls do.

This weight loss thing isn't for the faint at heart.

and p.s. What's up with Pinterest? I almost freak out when I look at all those hard bodies on there. But whatever. I'm me, they're air brushed freaks them. I'll try not to be obsessed with looking like that chick with the abs of steel.