2 pounds. Two stinking, lousy, better-than-nothing pounds. That's all I've lost after 6 weeks on a new weight-lifting program and accelerated cardio workout and modified eating. (note, I'm not on a "diet", but I am trying to eat better) And I'm sick of hearing that "muscle weighs more than fat" and "it takes about 2 months to see real results" and blah blah blah. Just don't say any more. That does not help me when I'm standing on the scale. Or when I'm exhausted on the elliptical after 35 minutes with 20 more to go.
I guess I should be glad for the 2 pounds. And the minus 3% of body fat that I've eliminated. And I can tell a difference when I look in the mirror, and for the first time in - well, since I can remember - I don't go "bleck" when I see myself. At least once a day, I think I actually might look good. And when I saw my pictures with blogger Melli, (see post below) I was like - I have muscles instead of flabby arms! (I hate my arms). I just don't know where this bad body image came from! I mean, I'm a size 8. Geesh!
So, I guess in the end 2 pounds is a start. Grrr. Argh. (Glass is half full. Glass is half full. repeat)