This can be the most discouraging part about losing weight. You have a bad day more and more often and suddenly you shoot up 6 pounds in 24 hours. Life is ruined, you are lower than the floor, and the end times are preparing to reign fire upon this world.
It truly gave me a sinking feeling the first time this happened. For reference my SW was 286lbs, and in January I dipped all the way down to 213lbs at my lowest. Then I started lifting again, and oh boy did the muscle and fat come back in the form of 10 pounds. But I figured how I felt was most important to my health, and you know what? I’m like 50% right and 50% kinda right. 220 pounds at 5’9 isn’t healthy unless you have significant muscle, but feeling happy at that weight is mentally the best health factor. It motivates to keep going.
So what do you do when you suddenly are almost 10 pounds over your happy zone? Just do better tomorrow. It’s that easy to say, and eventually it becomes easier and easier to do. I’m still confused on my health goals right now, but I know for certain it involves me getting to onederland, and if I have to sacrifice these bad days, good riddance.
I will miss deadlifting 450lbs though... damn that was fun.
Sorry for the rambling friends, but whenever the weird or big stuff happens, I promise I’ll be here for y’all to enjoy with me.
Cheers!
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