Weight : 60.4 kg
Yesterday's food : You have used 1380 out of your net daily budget of 1400 calories and have 20 calories remaining. 18% of the calories are from fat, 39% from protein, 43% from carbs
Exercise : Lower Body + Bike
1 hour 26 min : 560 calories : 167 max hr : 134 av hr
I was so sure that I was going to see 59 today, as I managed to go to the bathroom this morning (I think it was the curry! which was delicious) but it wasn't to be. I guess one pooh doesn't make up for 4 days of food that is still inside me. Either that or my scale is broken, or I have a tumour that is growing at exactly the same rate as I am losing fat cunningly disguising any weight loss.
Other excuses I have crafted include PMT (although I don't have sore breasts so that's a cheat) or I am replacing all the kilos of squishy fat with stringy, veiny muscles and everyone knows that muscle weighs more than fat (which always confuses me because 500g of muscles weighs the SAME as 500g of fat).
I am clearly delusional so just ignore me!
My only consolation is the emergence of prominent hip bones visible in the mirror, a chest like a prisoner of war and a gap between my thighs. It appears that a clothing crisis is on the horizon. My stretch size 8 jeans no longer hold in my thighs - in fact my legs move around inside them (I hope that makes sense). The same with my workout leggings. My underpants are baggy and my bras are too big. My fitted T shirts have don't hug my torso anymore. My rings are falling off my fingers and my watch strap needs to be on the next hole up. I feel like I am the smallest I have ever been but those DAMN SCALES WON'T MOVE.
Clearly I have a tumour ... or the whoosh fairy HATES ME.