One of my biggest complaints about this whole endeavor is this Monday morning weigh-in ritual. Since the weight has not been oozing off my body at record rates this ritual starts my week off with a real downer.

I work out most days and usually spend most of the time doing some kind of hard cardio then 20 minutes of strength work on the machines. Since January I have eaten better than I have since my pregnancy/breastfeeding days and also trying to keep my calories around 1500 (give or take 200 depending on the occasion). What I am trying to say is that I feel GREAT!

Now, I don't weigh myself every day because that would be just suicidal so I limit the experience to once a week. But as I stand on the scale and see that it has not moved I feel like giving up. Does anyone else have these moments of doubt? Why am I killing myself if I'm not getting any reward. Yes, I know the reward is that I do feel better, but I want something more that will appease my vanity. Like a smaller butt.

Well I'm off to the gym ................
Michelle