I think I am going to throw my bathroom scale through a window if it doesn’t start moving down soon. I exercise, I eat right, and the scale is NOT reflecting my work. I am so frustrated about it. I am beginning to wonder if I am getting up in the middle of the night and sleep eating. But I doubt it because there isn’t any missing food, and I am not finding any messes in the morning.

I need to do the measuring thing. I keep saying that, but I haven’t actually done it. I need to do this in order to combat the non-budging scale.

My husband says I look like I’ve lost weight lately, but I think he is just being nice.

I am exercising even though my ankle doesn’t want me to. I am calling to make a doctor’s appointment today. I need to find out what is going on with my ankle. It is enough of a battle to find time to exercise. When I do find that time, I need my ankle to be ready to work out. This morning, it is shooting pain up my leg just by walking.

OK, I’m discouraged, and I need to turn this around. Self, pep talk. Done. Works? Let us all hope so.