I have fasted completely for four days out of every week for the last six weeks. I seriously expected a decent drop this week, I mean come on! Well ... technically I did drop ... I am down .3 kg or .66 pounds from last week. Better than nothing? Not really. For the last three weeks my weight has remained pretty much the same despite fasting more than half the week. It's looking like just one more thing that works in the beginning and then doesn't.
I'm so over it. I have tried everything I know to get my weight moving again and no matter what I do, the best I can hope for is to stay stalled. Hell, my doctor is out of ideas, she just wants me to be happy where I am. Well where am I? If I start eating normally again, I will regain. Am I really meant to struggle this much just to stay in a stall? Sorry for the pity party, I am just so over it.
It's true that I have no problem fasting -- I don't get hungry for the most part, and I feel good while doing it. But it does put a damper on things, like when hubby wants to go out to the club or friends and family invite us over to dinner. It sucks to remind him I'm not eating that day, and what will we tell them? Strangely enough, meal planning is more challenging when he's the only one eating four nights out of the week.
I have no idea what I'm going to do. After this week, we are on vacation for two weeks and we're going to Queensland. I know he won't want me to fast while we're on holiday. Maybe I'll take a break and resume when we get back ... or not. Whatever I do, it may be time to take a break from blogging because I seriously have nothing interesting to say.