29 May I woke up and the scale finally showed movement. Two pounds lower than yesterday’s weigh in for a loss of 6.
I thought “Okay”, maybe this is progress. Maybe I turned a corner.
Yeh, I don’t think so. It was the only date that low. Okay, so up to now I’ve been circumspect about specifics. Why? Well, there personal.
When I first started I was 215 pounds. I was 214 pounds when I started actually tracking on a fairly regular basis. On May 12th I recorded 211. I bounced around 211 to 210 until May 29th, when I recorded my low of 208.4. Since then I’ve been between 209.4 and 210.4 pounds.
Can I call it progress? It seems marginal at best. I must be doing something wrong. And I’m getting tired of it’s impact on everything. It feels like hours every day revolve around my prepping meals that are carefully choreographed.
I don’t even try to measure ketosis levels because I can’t trust my meter.
So, I look at my larger metrics. My BIA seems to have reduced by 1.5%. 28.9% to 27.4%. But the level of accuracy on that is so so, but it is trending in the right direction.
My waist appears to be 1.5 inches smaller. Not huge, but probably the biggest notable improvement.
My belly button measurement has reduced by roughly 1.25 inches.
And both my biceps seem to have increase a quarter of an inch.
With this real slow progress, I’m afraid of burnout and giving up.
I must be doing something wrong. I’ll do some homework to hopefully identify my problem. But, I’m beginning to lose patience.
Okay, I’m going to continue to persevere.