I’m not losing weight! But I didn’t gain any either.

person standing on white weighing scale

Hello, how is everyone today?

Ok, let me just get right to it I didn’t lose any weight nor did I gain any, but I feel pretty bummed. I am pretty sure I gained something and the weight is just looking for its forever home on my body, but the scale didn’t didn’t move. It actually had the audacity to congratulate me (my phone play this trumpet sound with I do good).

I feel heavier and my clothes feel tighter plus it doesn’t help that my right arm larger than my left, still sore and swollen because of my rotator injury, but the scale still has be at 259. My energy for the month of October tanked hard and the only exercise I did was when I went to physical therapy…other than that I just worked, slept and ate.

Yes, I know I committed a major no no.

Being in my feelings did nothing for body, mind or spirit. The days growing shorter helped increase my poor little me mood. I was full of “I can’t” and “It hurts to do anything” so I did nothing.

This isn’t the type of content you come to see in a weight loss blog, but it is real. I’m real. As much as I would love to be that “girl” posting dramatic losses every week or month I’m not her. I have struggles, work and life just like everyone on this journey and change takes time.

Now a funny thing happened while I was mindlessly scrolling on Facebook I came across my post Backsliding and other weight loss sins. Seeing the similarities in my struggles then and comparing them to what is happening now I just got comfortable again and I need to get back on the grind because I do not want to be in a 3x in the next year.

7 weeks until the end of 2021. Time to pull up my big girl britches and stop being comfortable.

Until then let me know how you are getting through a slump or how you are preparing to push through the holidays.

AnissMarie XOXO

Published by AnissaMarie

Hi, I’m T—a storyteller, a widow, and someone who believes that healing and hope can be found in the pages of a good book. Writing has always been my way of making sense of the world, but after a few detours (including brain surgery, double shifts, and life showing me its toughest side), I’ve come back to the page with more fire than ever. Widow Tales is my debut, born from late-night scribbles and quiet moments where grief met imagination. It’s a love letter to second chances, resilience, and the kind of romance that makes you laugh, cry, and maybe blush a little too. When I’m not writing, you can usually find me with a good playlist, a journal close by, and probably talking to my husky and cats like they're my manager or my editors. This space is where I’ll share pieces of my journey...writing, life, and everything in between. Pull up a chair, you’re welcome here.

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