Stupid plateau. Calories slashed, check. Working out harder, check. Keeping hydrated…check. Getting enough sleep…check. Losing my mind…CHECK! That scale better start dropping again. I’ve been doing everything right and last week only lost 1 lb. I should be happy right? Well, I wasn’t happy. In fact I freaked out a bit about it. I haven’t lost less than 2 lbs a week in months. My trainer would say I had a mild meltdown over it. I blame it on PGTES, or pre-girly time extreme sensitivity, you know where every situation seems 100 times worse than it really is. LOL My meltdown wasn’t just about the numbers on the scale. I put myself on a deadline to meet my goal weight. The pressure I have put on myself has caused unnecessary stress on me. It consumes my every thought. What to eat, what not to eat, how much water I need, how much I need to workout, must fit in a bikini…lol. When did I become THAT GIRL? Why is this deadline so important? Just read a few posts back. Being at my pre-wedding weight by our anniversary is so important to me. It’s a huge milestone at a significant time. However, the number just doesn’t want to budge at all and I surely don’t need extra stress. It’s time to reevaluate. Will it kill me if I don’t meet the goal weight by our anniversary? I suppose not. The world won’t end if I’m still 10 lbs away. It’s time I stop obsessing about meeting the deadline and just relax. I just need to let go. That won’t be easy for me, but I’m going to give it a try. I’m sure my trainer will be happy with that decision. I’m sure I am driving him crazy with my so called meltdowns as he put it. lol Letting myself off the hook does bring a sense of peace that I have needed. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll have a good report from the scale tomorrow. And if I don’t, I promise G I won’t freak out about it! 😉
Update: Not one single pound lost this week. I’m trying my best not to freak out about it. I’ve already made adjustments, but it looks like I’m going to have to make a few more.