I am truly ambivalent about my progress tonight. I weighed in with a 4 pound loss. If I consider that for most weeks I have been averaging 5 pounds, that sounds quite satisfactory. But last week was a reversal of progress with a 2 pound gain. So on the large scale I have only made 2 pounds of progress in the last two weeks. Up until now two weeks meant 10 pounds of progress in weight loss. So I am glad that I have lost 4 pounds, but I am dissatisfied with my total progress slow down.
My optimistic self says, "Hey, you've lost 36 pounds since you started. Now where else would you make that kind of progress?" As Richard, my classmate, mused: he lost 65 pounds and according to a commercial for lap band he saved himself $50,000 and invasive surgery.
My pessimistic self says, "O bother! If I continue at this rate of 2 pounds gain, then 4 pounds loss, I will only drop 10 more pounds when I finish." This would fall considerably short of my goal (which was 87 pounds). This pillow that sticks out in front of me may be shrinking, but it is quite obviously still with me. My primary care physician was not much comfort when she told me that would be the last place I would lose the fat.
Thank you for allowing me to vent my grousing and whining. I hope you will find some of my other posts a bit more to your liking.