The worst part about losing weight is that it takes forever. Now mind you, I didn’t put on this extra tonnange overnight, but the fact that it’s sticking with me so closely is mighty annoying. I understand that it will be a lifestyle change, continued effort and blah blah blah, but frankly, it’s just a pain in the ass.

The good part is that I do feel better, even if I haven’t lost that much weight. This morning I clocked in at 206.4, which is a grand total of five pounds since I first started this journey in July. Of course, I’ve gained and lost that weight twice since starting in July, so net net, I’m not really very far ahead. But I think those five pounds are really gone (I don’t think it’s water weight). Now that I’ve decided I’ve got to lose 50 pounds, I’m at 10 percent of goal. So that’s good.

But it’s so slow!!! What’s funny is that I don’t even mind counting points or cutting things out of my diet. What bugs is that it’s so slllllllloooooooooowwwwwwww. A day’s worth of effort doesn’t make a difference. It’s got to be a week. Three weeks. Ten years. I hate it.