Suck.

I think I sort have hit a plateau in my weight loss.

2 weeks in.

Suck.

Last week I only worked out 4 days, which is still pretty good all things considered, but it wasn't the 5 that I wanted.

I have it ingrained in my head that Friday is always one of my days off. 

So even though I had taken a day off earlier in the week, along with Wednesday, I had to work out on Friday.

But I didn't.

If you remember my post where I said that I was recently diagnosed with Sjogren's, you should know I'm suffering from fatigue pretty bad.

I met with the Rheumatologist last Wednesday and she wanted to take more blood to further analyze my levels.

(By the way, we aren't doing treatment for the meantime, but just keeping an eye on things. I do go back on the 20th though to find out my results from this blood test).

And if you don't know this about me, I am a pansy when it comes to getting my blood drawn.

Needles don't bother me though. It has more to do with that crook in your elbow that freaks.me.out.

I either have to be laying down when they do it, or take medication so I don't pass out.

So anyway, I had to get my blood drawn Wednesday. I was feeling ok about it, and decided to not lay down like I normally have to, and just suck it up and sit there. Cause usually they take 2 vials when they draw your blood.
That was my dumbest idea for the day.

 I was sitting there....sitting there....sitting there. My Mom said "oh my gosh" towards the end, and before I knew it, I started slumping in my chair.

They took 8 freaking vials.

I almost passed out, and was just exhausted the rest of the day, along with pretty much the rest of the week.

And into this week.

I did do my Level 2 Shred on Saturday, Sunday, and yesterday.

Saturday I was pretty energetic through it, along with yesterday. Sunday I sucked bad though. It was like doing it for the first time.

And to make matters worse, either my scale is off, or I gained weight. 

I cleaned our floors Saturday and because of that, the scale got moved and pushed out of the way.

We have one of these scales.

And I weighed myself Saturday (again lol) and I was still at a 4 pound loss.

Well, I weighed myself Sunday morning, and I apparently gained 9 pounds.

WLKJKAJHGlkjsafihkrniur11786ia7tf!!!!!!!

I'm hoping it's just the scale that's messed up since Ryan weighed himself and he apparently lost 10 pounds.

But I wore some "shorts" that I haven't worn for 2 years yesterday again (I wore them for the first time last week, you'll see them in a few days in my Fashion Friday post), and they were tighter than I remember.

And honestly, this is the part where I will cave in, and eat whatever I want and "start over" tomorrow.

But I'm not letting myself.

Thanks to my inspirational show, Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition.

Needless to say, I'm going to push myself and work out 6 days this week.

And since the weather is going to be like this for the next week...

...shocking I know, I'm wanting to take Sammy to the park to run him 2 days this week.

For the meantime, I'm also forcing myself to not weigh myself on our scale.

I guess we'll see what the results say when I weigh myself Friday at work. 

So here's to hoping it's a positive weigh in and a really dumb scale!