Some fall off the wagon, and some slide off slowly.
I wouldn’t say I’m off the wagon— I still am holding on, being dragged behind, one hand clenched tightly on the tailgate, another around a glazed donut.
I’m still here.
I’ve hovered at about the same weight for over a month. No (or little) gain, but definitely little loss.
It’s not a plateau. More like a fatso.
Or fatso thinking.
I’m not beating myself up—really—but it’s no secret that I’ve been half-assing the effort recently.
- I went from daily 5 am workouts to 3 workouts a week
- I went from daily calorie budgeting (for a 70 day span) to weekdays only.
I had planned to be well below 300 lbs by now. Ha. Plans.