May was the month of plateauing. My weight stayed between 164 and 168 all month. I ate (mostly) well (the Cinco de Mayo luncheon at school notwithstanding) and exercised regularly. G. the Meanie upped my resistance training to new levels of pain and mayhem. And yet, for a full month, I felt bloated, and every time I stepped on the scale, I wanted to cry. Or pound my head against the wall.
I even joked to him that I'm sure there is such thing as stress-related water retention. Because who retains five pounds of water for a whole month? I drank MORE water so that my body wouldn't turn camel on me and store it in my thighs and tummy. I drank tea to facilitate the flow of water through my body. I peed every fifteen minutes for the last two weeks, but I resolutely held on to that weight.
Even as my jeans felt looser in the bottom, and my muscles continued to get stronger, my weight stayed the same. FOR A WHOLE MONTH.
Imagine my surprise and glee today when I stepped on the scale before my appointment with G. and it read 161.1. Another hurdle has been leapt! G. asked me what I think it was that made me lose weight this week. I just laughed and said, "Being out of school. No more stress!"
Maybe that's it. Who knows? All I know is that I'm so close to being in the 150s, and before the month is out, I intend to be wearing size 8 jeans.
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