Here are my results:
Weight 245.6 lbs (-0.2)
Body Fat 48.3 % (-0.5)
Body H20 37.3 % (-0.8)
Bone Mass 7.4 lbs (-0.5)
Muscle Mass 50.9 lbs (+1.8)
On the plus side, my body fat percentage is down a bit, and my lean muscle mass is up almost two pounds. Those are good results, and the overall trend is in the right direction.
Blah, blah, blah, blah...
I hate pretending to be optimistic, here. I want the scale to go down, dramatically, every week. A 0.2 pound loss is just damn discouraging no matter how you slice it. It's especially discouraging since I've spent so much time feeling hungry this week.
I'm sick of hungry. I'm willing to put up with it when I see results on the scale, but a week of putting up with my stomach growling for several hours each day just isn't worth it when I see a 0.2 pound loss, and I'm up from my lowest weight of the week.
Of course that previous weigh-in of 244.4 seems to be taunting me. I've hit that weight several times over the last two weeks, but my weight doesn't stay there. The number is like a flirty girl who isn't serious. Oh yeah, she'll pretend she's interested, but just as soon as she gets any attention, she'll disappear and tease someone else.
Even more frustrating is that when I have a bad week it screws up my average weight loss. Because of the bad week, my estimated time to goal has been extended to 67 weeks remaining.
I feel completely negative about my diet this morning. I feel like I'm doing a hell of a lot of suffering for not a whole lot of positive progress. I'm not snacking, I'm not cheating, I'm staying within my calorie goals. I'm doing my best at exercising and just being more active (doing things like weeding the garden and digging in flower beds) and it just doesn't seem like it's enough. I'm feeling like the only way I'm going to lose weight is to exercise myself to exhaustion every day and go to bed hungry every night.
This is no way to live. This isn't a "lifestyle change." It's torture.