I have been on a diet for almost 5 weeks now. And I have lost 13 pounds. But. For the past 2 weeks I have not lost anything.
Not. One. Single. Pound.
I do not know why – I have been eating only 1000 calories a day and have been a cranky bitch because of it – who wouldn’t be – and I cannot – will not – go any lower than that for fear of falling over. [and divorce.]
Oops. I am allergic to that word, I have ample opportunity but plenty of excuses. I need the time to work on script. I would have to dust the treadmill and nordic track sitting in my basement. Oh, and the free weights – also in the basement.
When I weight-lifted years ago, I had an 11 inch bicep and was so proud that I posed with a life-sized cardboard replica of Hulk Hogan at a NYC street fair, flexing my muscles. I thought I was “the hotness.” I still have that cheesy picture somewhere. Maybe I should find it.