rainbow brite
~Starsprinkled~
“What good has impatience ever brought? It has only served as the mother of mistakes and the father of irritation.”
― Steve Maraboli
― Steve Maraboli
Well I've not made any mistakes so far *fingers crossed* but I am feeling the irritation beyond all belief tonight...
I keep counting weeks; 'What size will I be at week X?', 'How many pounds will I have lost by week X?'
It's driving me batty.
I'm not naturally the most patient person in the world anyway, putting it lightly, but goodness this diet malarky is going to take forever and a day...
By my rough estimates it's going to be a good few more weeks before anything really starts happening like dress sizes or big milestones and I'm just feeling kinda mopey about it, I guess. Don't get me wrong, I'm super stoked about having done as well as I have so far, but really, is it really going to take fifty bazillion weeks to get anywhere?
Add to that the fact that I've got my AAM week next week too - probably going to gain or something horrible.
Just tried on a whole bunch of jeans and trousers to at least give me some perspective other than the numbers on the scales so in two weeks I'll allow myself to try them all on again and see how much closer I am to actually wearing them out in public.
I think once I've got a few more weeks under my belt I should start hitting some of my mini goals quite rapidly with each week but it just feels like such a long time to wait. I know, mental, but that's how it feels at the moment. :sigh:
Anyone else get like this or am I the only stroppy bint on the crew?
**I apologise that this post is not insightful, helpful or in fact useful in any way but is instead the late-night ramblings of a temper-toting twenty-something **