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2 weeks down, 1 week to go...

Well friends, we're 2/3 of the way through now. This time next week will be our last day, and I'll hopefully be plotting to go buy some ice cream.

I'm mostly kidding.

This week was honestly really hard for me. The 21 Day Fix is generally easy to follow, but I swear I hit a wall this past week. There's a lot of prepping of food, there's more dishes to do and more frequently (because there are 2 of us, so double the food containers/prep stuff), and you still have to work out every day and eat great food every day.

I had it this past week. I was sick of the dishes and the prep and the continued effort. I spend a lot of mental energy figuring out meals and snacks, AND prepping them. My husband is super helpful, don't get me wrong, but I do the majority of the planning (though he is fantastic with helping prep).  I swear, if he wasn't doing this with me, I definitely would've given up by now. It's just so.much.effort.

It doesn't help that the 1st week we did this, weight was pouring off my body. I lost 8.3 lbs in the first 7 days alone. That's ridonkulous. And glee inducing.


This past week though? After the weekend, where nothing changed except the schedule of eating, I gained 2 lbs. I. Was. Crushed.

http://blog.loveknitting.com/the-6-emotions-of-frogging-a-project/
How could this be?! I worked out, I ate good food, I didn't even cheat a little bit. But I gained 2 lbs. I didn't want to work out anymore (because what's the point), I didn't want to prep my food (because what's the point)... Suffice it to say, it was a rough couple of days.

Eventually I pulled my head out of... somewhere and realized that it could be any number of things. I could be retaining water. I could be learning a lesson about weighing myself every day. I don't know what happened, but somehow I managed to lose a few more pounds and now....

https://biochemneverland.wordpress.com/tag/awesomesause/page/2/
I'm down 11.5 lbs!! Wooooo! I persevered through a few crappy days and still lost weight. I felt sorry for myself a couple times, but really at the end of the day... I'd still lost 8 lbs in a week.. That's awesome. And now I've lost almost 12 lbs in 2 weeks. Wooooo!

So we're on to our last week and hopefully I'll have lost 15 lbs at the end of it all, but we'll see. 15 lbs in 21 days would be kind of insane for me. ;)

xo
A Redhead

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