Round 2

My taped up ankle. 

About the only thing that is routine for me is my morning weigh in. I'm not gonna lie, I usually tinkle first so I weigh a little less. I always ball my fists to feel how bloated I am while I wait for me digital scale to asses my weight. 188.6

This is not what I wanted to see. Maybe I did have a ridiculously rich chocolate soufflé last night, but I should seriously be down more by now! It wouldn't even be so bad if I could finally fit into my size 14 pants, but that hasn't happened either. An entire wardrobe of useless size 14 clothing waits in a giant plastic bin for the day I finally shrink enough to fit in them.

I ate a breakfast of leftover giant sushi, and a lunch of my remaining chocolate soufflé before going to physical therapy. I half contemplated canceling my appointment. But I decided to talk to my physical therapist, Tawnie, about my frustration instead. It occurred to me as I was driving that it's not her fault that I haven't followed her advice right yet.

I was glad I chose to talk to her instead of shutting down. We decided that if I wanted to get the results I was after, I should cut out sugar and simple carbs. She also said that she thought I should give my current efforts more time to work. Even if it hasn't been manifesting they way I think it should yet, the work I am doing will eventually make a difference. She taped my ankle since it had been bothering me after a weekend at the beach full of walking long distances in flip flops. Now I look like an olympic athlete (yep, I feel pretty bad ass). She also pushed me through some more difficult resistance exercises. I think she's figured out that I'm pretty motivated by being challenged.

After my first round of stretches my chest felt like pudding. This reminded me of dragon boating for some reason. I thought about a practice I blogged about where my coach pushed us through a race exercise that I thought would end the practice. I pushed myself to my limits in that race heat and was completely taken by surprise when he had us do it again. Instead of giving up because I hadn't expected it, I decided to push myself and give it my all a second time.

I feel like I need to fight this fight still. As much as I feel like I've pushed myself up to this point, I need to fight even harder to push myself through this plateau like I never have before. This is a test of my self-discipline and perseverance and I do not intend to fail! Besides, I need to make the most out of having the support from Tawnie. And what kind of olympic athlete would I be if I just gave up?