So, I've been having some "issues" with Mr. Scale, Mr. Mirror, and Mr. Measuring Tape (yes, they are all men in my head). I've reviewed my eating and work outs for the last several weeks, and I've determined that I have been pretty good. (And to whomever suggested about the zig-zagging calories -- THANKS! -- I'm totally been trying to do that in the last two weeks). I definitely feel better for the most part. With the exception of being sick, it felt like I was able to push more in my workouts too...ever since being sick its been a little bit harder for me and the HRM seems to be confirming this too.

Despite this, Mr. Scale refuses to reward me for my efforts. AT FREAKING ALL. Fine, fine, fine. Let's visit Mr. Measuring Tape...hmm...it looks like maybe half an inch? That's awesome. Cool...now lets see if Mr. Mirror would like to confirm...huh...::looking at mirror::...NO FAIR!

I've resolved that even if I wasn't losing weight on the scale, that I was looking better and becoming "firmer" and more toned. But when I looked at the mirror, I had decided that my body decided to lose the weight or firm up in certain places in such a way that my belly actually looked bigger than usual. Yes, I know I'm smaler and fitter but there is something psychologically discouraging when you think your belly looks bigger. Stupid conspiracy to bring me down..

On a less comical note, I am happier that my physical fitness is higher and all, but I really do hope I can make some physical changes in soonish. I'm seeing my parents at the end of October and then its going to be my bday is December so it would be nice to see (instead of just feeling) some accomplishments. And I did get some encouragement yesterday: my closest grad school friend's bf came to town yesterday and the first thing he said when he saw me was that he thought I had lost a lot of weight. That really was sweet of him and it lifted me up a little.

I will not be deterred!...except by the bench...which I should go back to right now...