Being stalled has got to be one of the most frustrating things in the world. Pre-op, I didn't weigh myself. This was mostly due to the fact that the scale didn't go up as much as I weighed - the cut-off limit was 350 lbs. So, I couldn't weigh myself even if I wanted to. I'd get weighed at the doctors, but tell them not to tell me.
Anyhow, now that I CAN weigh myself, I do it every single morning, like clockwork. I really shouldn't, because all it does is drive me nuts. BUT! When I am stalled, it alerts me to this so I can make adjustments.
I don't know what I'm doing wrong, y'all. I am having my ass handed to my by my personal trainer at the gym. She works me GOOD. I swim laps three times a week, for at least an hour at a time. I am getting at a minimum, 60g of protein a day. This was my nutrioninst's minimum daily recommendation. Now, I was in her office last week all in a panic, over my carb intake. Because I have days where my carbs equal my protein. But, she told me that 90g of carbs is my limit. And, she would like to see my up my protein, so I do know that I need to do that. It's just so hard. The food addict in me still wants everything to come from food, not supplements.
Arrggghh.
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