Simple science, my ass.

So, this morning was fun. And by fun, I mean epic fail. LOL. I didn't workout this morning because I've worked out 6 days straight and I haven't let my body have a chance to rest. Not a huge deal, just wish I had made that decision yesterday & not this morning cuz I like routine for my weekdays. But whatever. I made it a point to be awake at the normal time and not go back to sleep because I'm still committed to establishing a 21-day morning routine and that involves making sure I'm up to make it to the gym in time. This morning, I got up around the time my workout would have been done and decided that first, I'll go ahead and make sure my hair is done. I braided it last night so that it'd be curly for a few days.

Epic. Fail.

I will never braid curly hair again. I was just trying to make it be more "manageable" because I didn't like the last curly look, but that probably was the dumbest thing I'd ever done. I looked like Medusa! & since there was no way to salvage it, I ended up taking an hour to straighten my hair. Needless to say, looking forward to the hair appointment I hopefully get in the next couple of days.

Anyhoo.

It's MONDAY! The day I weigh in and see if the previous seven days of torture motivation bore any fruit will make me find the nearest Zaxby's produced results. I jumped on the scale and the damn thing had the nerve to say that I gained 1.6 pounds. ONE. POINT. SIX.

:: where's the ledge? ::

First, let me say that my scale is notoriously unreliable and I'm a bit skeptical about it. I think one of the readings was off - either the one last week or the one this week. So first order of business is to replace the damn thing, pronto. But here's where the outrage is. I KNOW that every single day last week, I burned more calories than I consumed. AT LEAST by 500 calories. Multiply that by 7 and BOOM! Automatic 1 lb loss, right? There were even days that I burned more than I consumed by about 700-800 calories.

SO WHY THE HELL IS THE SCALE MOVING UP?

Professionals are always so quick to say that losing weight is a simple science. I want them to explain this. Because seriously, I don't know and I've had it. Sometimes it feels like the only way I'm ever going to lose weight again is by being depressed. And I won't let that happen.

So. Plan B is to keep it up - I'm eating a 80% vegetarian (i.e., no meat) diet, which is great for keeping the calories at bay. I'm exercising 6 days a week. But I'm also going to try to add a fat burner in the mix. I was looking in the mirror this morning and ::sigh::. Let's just say I've got a lot to do before E's wedding and my birthday.

I'm going to try to keep focused as long as I can and take it one meal and one day at a time. Hopefully the new scale and next week will show encouragement.

Finally, today's the first day I venture downtown for school. Please pray for me because this whole thing has "BAD IDEA" stamped right across from it. I'm praying the late class lets us out a bit early.

Okay off to slack off since the boss is gone work until I fearfully head downtown to battle one way streets & street parking. *shudders*