And another .2 pounds are gone... jealous?!?!

Yes, I lost a whopping .2 lbs.

Amazing.

Astounding.

Holy crap this slooooow process is killing me.

I know I could step it up, go all "Biggest Loser" on it, but I really, really, really don't want this weight to ever come back.

Ever.

I could totally go all Type A, knock off 20 (or so I think) and I will be crabby and gain it all back the second I take my eye off the prize.

So little teeny, tiny losses every week.  This month-- I lost 2 pounds. 

I know.  Can't you see it in my.... wrists?

My clothes are looser, despite the minimal losses.  My heart rate monitor says my cardio fitness is improving.  All good stuff.

I just have to stay focused.  Every half pound adds up.

Or quarter pound as the case may be!

And to be honest, I'll take a .2 pound loss Thanksgiving week.

I keep telling myself if I can just stay even over the holidays, it technically counts as a 7 pound loss since the average American supposedly gains 7 pounds over the holidays.

But I would be lying if I didn't have bigger hopes for my birthday in January.  I had hoped to be 25 lbs down-- not unrealistic for 5 months.  It's not looking so good.

The other issue that I have is that I'm getting hungry at night.  I've increased my exercise and now I'm hungry.  I can eat as much fruit as I want per Weight Watchers-- but what I want is crap late at night.  So I'm working on that.

I'm working on a lot of things.

If it seems like this random mind fart goes back and forth between positive and negative, it's because it does.

I'm happy that I'm sticking with it.  I'm happy that in 12 weeks, I've only had 1 week with a gain (.2-- not much at all) and 3 weeks of staying even. 

I'm frustrated that all of this tracking and measuring and monitoring isn't making a bigger, faster impact.

Here's to another 12 weeks.... and if I'm "only" down 8 more pounds, well, that's 16 total.  And 12 more weeks... 24 pounds and another 12 weeks 32... and so on and so on and so on.