I've been faithfully doing 5:2 for 8 weeks, and exercising every single day (every SINGLE day) except one in all that time. Last week I added 16:8 to the mix, and have faithfully kept to my 8 hour eating windows, though once or twice not having a 16 hour fasting window (sometimes more, sometimes less). I have been battling hunger and tiredness and crankiness and headaches and sore muscles. In all that time I have lost 3.7 kg (just over 8 lbs) but have been bumping along around the 65.5 kg mark for over the last month. I had hoped so hard (to the point where I was waking in the night about it last night, ridiculous, I know) that I might have finally broken through the plateau and started showing a real loss again but all I did was lose the pound I'd "put on" last week.
I know we keep talking about inch loss, and about how clothes feel, and about how people notice, as being "just as good" markers of weight loss as numbers on the scale. We say "muscle weighs more than fat" to console ourselves when we gain/plateau but ultimately it really does come down to the numbers on the scale moving south, doesn't it? While I am pleased my clothes are slightly looser and I have some more definition in my arms, I don't want to weigh 140+ forever!
And I am letting my disappointment really get me down, and taking it out on my family and work colleagues. I have a lot of other stress in my life right now, mostly job-related. I was just really hoping to have some kind of tangible progress in this area. I know I shouldn't let this consume my life. I also don't have an alternative right now to achieve what I want to do, so I will press on at least for another month. But I am losing heart.
I know we keep talking about inch loss, and about how clothes feel, and about how people notice, as being "just as good" markers of weight loss as numbers on the scale. We say "muscle weighs more than fat" to console ourselves when we gain/plateau but ultimately it really does come down to the numbers on the scale moving south, doesn't it? While I am pleased my clothes are slightly looser and I have some more definition in my arms, I don't want to weigh 140+ forever!
And I am letting my disappointment really get me down, and taking it out on my family and work colleagues. I have a lot of other stress in my life right now, mostly job-related. I was just really hoping to have some kind of tangible progress in this area. I know I shouldn't let this consume my life. I also don't have an alternative right now to achieve what I want to do, so I will press on at least for another month. But I am losing heart.