Rounding up to 40

They (whom ever "they" may be) tell you not to weigh yourself everyday.  You are told not to do this because #1 your weight fluctuates #2 you can be easily discouraged if you don't see the scale move which will cause you to give up.  If you have even the slightest understanding of who I am, you know that I am not a patient person in any way.  I'm sure you also know that I usually always do things my way.  Which is the exact reason why I make a conscious decision to get on the scale every.single.morning.  Up until this past week, the scale has been quite favorable to me.  However, it was this week that it happened to me.

A plateau.

Of course discouragement followed.

My doctor said it would happen.
Weight Watchers said it would happen.
Jason said it would happen.
Everyone I know said it would happen.

It was this week that I began to understand why "they" tell you not to weigh yourself everyday.  I felt like I was doing everything right.  I have been tracking everything I eat and making sure that I'm eating the right things.  I have been such an advocate for myself and Jason by asking questions (probably annoyingly...sorry family and friends) about the way things are prepared and speaking up for us when we need food cooked in a certain way or with particular ingredients.

I have exercised rigorously...despite my ill-hearted feelings for John, the man who does the horrifying ab work out with me and makes me want to punch walls because I hate it so much.  I exercised more this week than any other week and still, when I stood on that scale each day, nothing.

But finally, today, a ray of hope.  A one pound loss.  One glorious pound.  That one pound puts my total weight loss at 36 pounds.

Which is awesome because 36 is so much closer to 40 than 35 was.   And in 5th grade math, those numbers totally round up to 40.