Well, I’m 16 pounds off my all-time high. I weigh less than I have in over a year.
Sadly, I’m apparently to the part where I stop losing weight because my body is getting used to exercise again and wants to protect the muscles it is rebuilding, so it hangs onto water like grim death.
(That is what I am telling myself. Of all the narratives I have encountered I find that one the most agreeable, so it must be the right one. Hmmm.)
I have to keep doing what I’m doing for another two weeks or maybe a little longer, and then I’ll be rewarded. That’s what it says here on the screen, so I know it’s true.
I’ll finish Ozark this week. Have to find another treadmill show.
I don’t think I’ve ever used a treadmill seven days in a row. Heh.