So, after my little "baby your pouch" talk with the doc, I have been doing just THAT.
...and walking in this heat and humidity to stimulte that metabolism, in other words.. I am exercising.
What I am saying is that I am "oh so trying hard" to be the perfect bandster. Small meals, weighed and spread out, drinking the water, no snacks at night, and making sure all the protein in being consumed.
And as I mentioned on Linda's Bandwidth post... I am truly restraining myself on the food volume.. I have had to literally measure my food in little F'in glad cups with lids to make sure I am staying at the 1/2 cup amount.. I feel like a dog at the kennel.. here it's feeding time and you get half a cup.. now go wage your tail..
So I get on the scale this morning and I am up two F'in pounds. Tomorrow will be one week since my fill...
This is just so unfair.. yeah I am moaning and groaning.. but what the hell am I doing wrong!!!
So, I figure alright I must be constipated.. so I give my self a "car bomb" you know.. a laxitive.
Well, I am just shootin' blanks of hot air.. nothing is budging..
I really think I am destined to just be fat.
There.. I am done complaining.