Exactly 1 week ago, I decided to buckle down and get these pounds off. For the last week, I’ve moved my body every day and I’ve tracked everything I ate. Everything. I wore my Body Media armband all 7 days. Here’s how my week looked, according to my Body Media stats.

So you can see I had an average deficit of 611 calories per day. I blew my steps goal of 8,000 steps per day out of the water.

See that red line? That‘s my daily goal, and you can see each day I was above that.

Additionally, I ran twice, I did one arm workout and one leg workout, and I did the abs challenge each day.

I hit the goals. I felt great about what I was doing. I was even a bit excited to step on the scale this morning.

But when I did, this is what I saw:

This is *not* the same pic as last week. I took this picture this morning. I lost zero weight. Nothing. Nada. Not even .1 lbs.

I have 70 days until our wedding reception and really want to weigh at most 134 lbs. It sucks that I still have 10.2 lbs to lose to reach that goal.

To say I was pissed, frustrated, disappointed and felt defeated was putting it mildly. Yes, I even cried. I felt like I did so good this week and there is nothing to show for it. All I want to do is sit on the couch and not move and eat all the chocolate.

But I won’t. I will do the same thing I did last week. I will keep at it.

I made a commitment to myself and I intend to keep it.