I haven't been the best ICLW-er this go 'round. I visited no new blogs over the weekend, and I didn't post here either. Oops.
I have a couple of ideas for posts simmering on the back burner of my mind, but they haven't come together enough yet to actually gel into coherent thoughts that others might like to read. So I will continue to let them simmer for now.
I have posted here numerous times about my desire to lose weight and how, even prior to IF, my body had "betrayed" me by its tendency to hold onto excess weight. (My BMI is currently over 30 and has been for years; let's leave it at that.) During our treatment break, I said I was going to work on losing weight, and I have been. Just after July 4th, I rejoined Jenny Craig; I ended up chickening out of the hCG diet because I really didn't think I could manage to eat 500 calories a day. So I have been on that plan now for three weeks and have also gotten back into going to the gym 3-4 days a week.
In three weeks, I have lost 4.1 lbs. Which may sound good but is a far cry from the results I was expecting for the amount of effort I'm putting forth. Sure, if I continued to lose at this rate, I'd eventually get to my goal weight. In, oh, a couple of years or so. Grr.
So now I have another reason to be angry at my frustrating, uncooperative, quickly-approaching-middle-aged body.
I have been feeling physically and mentally tired and am finding lately that most days it's all I can do just to drag myself to work and get through the workday. So going to the gym and planning/preparing meals have taken a HUGE amount of effort for me proportionate to my overall energy level. I think this is more mental than physical, truth be told.
Ah well. This, too, shall pass.