WTF!!!

Saturday was one of the best nights I've had in awhile. Dinner and drinks at Brasa, cocktails and dancing downtown...all my favorite GaGa songs were played and I felt quite confident in my ensemble. As I climbed into bed around 4am, still intoxicated from the night's shenanigans I fell asleep trying to calculate how long I'd have to ride the bike to burn off all the meat I gorged on earlier.

Over the last week I started hitting the gym in the evenings for 60 mins and I even get up in the am to squeeze in 30 mins of cardio. I walk every chance that walking is an option...my commute to work, my night on the town, grocery shopping, etc.

Wednesday's weigh in was absolutely DEPRESSING.

I gained. I felt crushed. Defeated. Disgusted. A looser even.

I found myself crying over a f$%&ing 1lb. That evil 16oz slap in the face had me miserable. Seriously...I came home, went straight to my room, shrugged off my coat and flats and flung myself onto the bed and cried. The frustration I felt was agonizing.

My efforts were not reflected in my weight gain, however when I took my measurements I discovered I lost 2 inches from my chest, waist, and hips...half an inch on my arms too...and yet The lb. Oh how it haunts me!I realize that in the grand scheme of things 1 pound is insignificant but at that moment It was the most significant fact I was forced to face.

My goal for next week's weigh-in is 4lbs. The last thing I am going to do is give up....and every girl needs a good cry....I just wished it would have been over something else :P