I have been exercising for one month. I have done it three times a week, faithfully. I have died at least ten times. My posture is improving, and I feel new muscle-type feelings here and there. And I am UP TEN POUNDS from where I was a month ago. OMG NO PONIES.
Sure, I've eaten the occasional post-jogging pan of brownies. But before I started exercising, it was a post-pan-of-brownies pan of brownies, so it's not like I'm eating MORE now. Brownies + exercise is better than just the brownies, RIGHT?
I'm not going to weigh myself for awhile. Is this because "health is what really matters, not numbers"? NO. It's because if I know my weight is going THE HELL UP, I am going to stop exercising. It's the NUMBERS I care about, not some theoretical "health" (huge air quotes). And while muscle may weigh more than fat, it doesn't weigh TEN POUNDS more after ONE MONTH.
Also, who am I kidding? Clearly I am going to be weighing myself, like, TWICE A DAY. Because, holy crap! This situation must be closely monitored! A watched pot does not boil, and a watched scale had better not go up--unless it wants to go down, very quickly, in the direction of the pavement below the window.
Here is another issue: the day I started exercising was the day I started the mini-Pill. Shall we blame the mini-Pill? But then what if I go off it and the weight stays?
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