4XLT

Today’s Weigh-In: 423lbs

I am just a big, angry, frustrated ball of bitter vitriol right now. Somehow I’ve not managed to loose any weight this week, and I don’t see how that’s possible (at least in my moment of frustrated rage).

I made it to the gym and worked my rear off through my weight routines three times, even adding in a fifteen minute HIIT session today. I made it in for cardio twice. I played racquetball for the first time last night for an hour and a half (and holy cow, my shoulder is ridiculously sore – no fun for my bench and shoulder presses today).

This still all sounds so fishy. No weight loss at all? I ate better than I did the past two weeks. I worked out more than the past two weeks. How’d I not drop anything?? The only thing I can figure out is that there was a bag of laundry or something hanging on the scale at the hospital that might have thrown the reading off. Granted, the scale was defaulting to zero before I stepped on, but there could have been something there. Also, I grabbed some Subway (healthy! under 500 cal!) right before I went to weigh-in, but how much could a sub sandwich and Sun Chips throw me off?

The only thing I can figure is that even though I ate better this week than the last, my handful of recent slip-ups must have somehow cost me big. The Burger King Monday night, the Red Robin (turkey burger and fries) with a pretty girl Sunday night. I haven’t been super dillegent about grabbing breakfast, missing it about half the time – maybe that’s caught up to me. Still, I just don’t understand how it adds up to me not loosing anything.

I dunno. I just dunno. I’m going to weigh in again tomorrow after my cardio, too, and make sure to toss that bag off the linen scale I use at the hospital. Just to make sure.