Weight: 307 – Pounds left to lose: 147

I know I shouldn’t be disappointed about losing 2 pounds this week and 2 pounds the week prior, but I am. Those weeks when I’d lose 7 or 10 pounds were bitchin’. But now it seems I’ve settled into a slower, healthier, yet more frustrating loss rate.

Part of me is saying this is better because it means I’ll be less likely to have loose skin at the end. It’s also a more natural and healthier rate of weight loss. But another part of me is screaming like Veruca Salt in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, “I want it now!” I want my brand new skinny bod now, not a year and a half from now, which is how long it will take at this rate.

Pile on top of that the fact that it will only get harder to lose weight as I approach my goal weight. My brother has been fluctuating within 20 pounds of his goal weight for months now, though perhaps his systematic cheating contributes to that.

I think part of the problem is that I’ve been eating some things I thought were on the diet, but aren’t. I had a couple Quiznos salads that I thought were okay, but after consulting with my brother I realize they might have been worse for me than I thought. So, I’m laying of the Honey Mustard dressing (oh God that was good stuff) and making sure they don’t put bacon on it anymore.

I’m also going to start a weight-lifting program, which I’ve been meaning to do for months. More muscle mass means more calories burned. I also wouldn’t mind being able to open the pickle jar without assitance. Now, I just have to go find information on weight-lifting. Leg work is so much fun, not.