Regression

Missed my favourite class on Saturday because, I was hurting from Thursday’s class still and, it was squat week. Gah! It seems my scale might have been on the fritz. The 1kg is back and, it is not going away.

I am determined to fight it though. On tuesday, I will be putting in a 6.30am jog with a modest route as a beginning. Any activity is better than no activity, I figure.

As discouraging as it is, I am still fighting to keep my spirits up simply refusing to deal with another plateau. I just fought past one.

Hell, no.

As an act of motivation, I went to my winter closet, picked out my favourite peacoat, put it on and snapped a picture. This peacoat was 1-/1.5 sizes too small, right now it is bordering on loose. The little bump you see in the belly area is not something a stock brought in, it is loose fabric that is bunched up.

Things are low when you need to dish out your own pep talk.

That face you see in the mirror, is a fact that exists in 90% of my candids. Embarrassing, I tell you!