Slow Results is Better Than...OH SUCK IT!!

I'm having a frustrating morning, fighting with that age-old deman--WEIGHT. I'm so sick of this crap. I really am. I was talking to my size 4 mother-in-law about it last night, and she sympathized, although she's never had to deal with it herself. I was so jealous. Can you imagine never having to worry about your weight? Are there really people like that?

I've been working out 4-5 times a week for SEVEN weeks now. I eat pretty healthy, too. I've been SO much more careful. And what do I have to show for it? A loss of only FOUR pounds. FOUR!!! What the hell!! Yes, I've lost 11 inches, and I can feel a small difference in my clothes, but...it's been seven freaking weeks! And when I say I'm working out, I'm REALLy working out. We're talking P90X, people! I have never worked out so much and so hard in my life.

So now, for the standard answers:

1. Muscle is heavier than fat. Oh shut up! Whether it's muscle or fat, I'm still fat! Does NOT help me, people!
2. Slow results is better than no results. Ok, I keep chanting this to myself. I know it's true. I mean, if I give up, there's no chance of it getting any better. If I keep it up, then eventually, something HAS to happen, right?
3. Are you counting your calories? Ok. No. This is my change this week. I have a great program to do it in (fitday) and I've got most of what I eat already entered. It really won't take very long. Maybe I'm eating more than I think I am. So that's my new goal this week--count the calories. I've tried the Weight Watchers and all kinds of other stuff, but in the end, old-fashioned counting is best. Gag.

You know, I've only lost a significant amount of weight once before in my life--25 lbs in 2004. I worked SO HARD to get that weight off. I was single then, and had a very flexible schedule. I was younger. And I had the motivation of, "Get the weight off or you'll never get married!" In all the years since then, everytime I tried to lose weight again I'd remember how hard I had to work then, and I'd know I wasn't ready to work like that this time around. And I'd know that I don't have as good a schedule, and I have a kid. And I have a husband. And I have a LOT more goin' on around my middle than before. And there's a couple of muscles in my middle that don't work any more thanks to a C-section. And now I have the motivation of, "Get it off now, before you have another kid and it's stuck there forever!"

So, despite all this whining, I'm still going. I'm still quoting to myself that adage of "Slow results is better than no results." The fact is, working out makes me feel good. And I don't beat myself up all the time thinking that I SHOULD be working out. At least I'm trying. But oh, when I see pictures of myself I just want to cringe. I refuse to be that person who WON'T have pictures taken because they are fat--I remember all too well how much fun it is to look at those "fat" pictures once you've lost the weight. When I see a bad picture, I think, "oh, one day I'm going to LOVE this picture..."

So, here's to protein shakes, chicken meatballs and spinach frittata's--I'm gonna keep going!!