The most discouraging part of weight loss when you are big like the sun is that a weight loss that would be great for the average sized folk feels barely noticeable. I mean, I notice. But it's the reminder of how much further one has to go that makes me groan inside. Of course, I adhere to the mentality that I'm not working towards a goal of being my ideal weight, but am losing what I can. 10lbs lost is 10lbs I don't have to carry around every day! And even 10% is a noticeable difference in how I feel on a daily basis.
But to counteract my gloominess, my work pants are like 5 years old now and I used to have to wear one of those button extenders to make them fit. This weekend I did not have to. Small accomplishments.
But my lack of motivation today is fueling the ho-hums. I seriously need to clean my apartment, but am lacking the oomph. When it's just me and Halpert living here (my cat) I kind of slack off knowing no one will see it. I usually go to my friends places, their houses are more entertaining. But i need to do my chores, monday is my day off and my chance to catch up. I'm off to laundry now. It's the dreariness that demotivates I suspect.
I was eating my Willow Tree chicken salad this weekend and thinking to myself "why are you *so* delicious? So much so then normal." It would be because they put brown sugar in it!! It's only 8 carbs for a cup, but this early I think i'll be getting store brand for a few weeks.