Battling With My Omentum

So, on June 10th I will have finished my 6th month of working out (I started November 10, 2011). I have a lot of preconditioned expectations of weight loss, especially as a person who needs to lose a large amount. For example: "I should lose 1-2lbs a week doing XYZ" or "By the end of the year I'll be 90 lbs lighter." (I think this last one only works for people on The Biggest Loser, or are starving themselves, so basically Biggest Loser contestants.) Usually after 6 months if I haven't seen what I'd consider "results" I'd get frustrated and would stop. Now, in the last few months I have seen some results (about 15 lbs and a few inches lost)... but I'm still frustrated. I feel like I'm doing something wrong (losing 2 lbs a month seems so SLOW).

While doing bicep curls while facing the gym mirror, I realized that I now look like this:

Not sexy.

It's kinda frightful in a way having a little head and a big body. I hope my eyes aren't bugging out. The other day my lips looked bigger and they're already pretty big.

Back to me being frustrated: I'm losing inches everywhere but my stomach (I have monthly measurements that back this up). The one place I care the most about isn't going away. My Omentum is a fighter, people. I'm not really sure what's going on with me. Am I doing something wrong? I feel like I must be doing something wrong. Maybe I'm not eating enough or maybe too much? (I'm sure this Chick-fil'a I'm about to nosh on won't help matters, but a girl needs a little comfort food.) I'm not working out enough (maybe not hard enough), but I'm up to an hour of cardio (at least 5 days a week)... I just don't know.

My mantra of late has been "Just keep on keeping on," and if I do that I'll continue to lose 2lbs a month and will reach my goal in three years.

Whoever said that it was easier to lose weight if you're an apple (compared to pears) was lying to me.

Some days are better than others... today isn't really a great day. At least I went to the gym.

A Thought

A few months ago, during a Couch Conversation with Sister, she decided to alert me to all the potential danger of cat litter. And how by now my body is likely full of dangerous spores and what not. At the time I was like "meh, I'm not pregnant, who cares if I'm full of cat bacteria." Now every time I scoop poop I feel like I should have a doomsday gas mask. Maybe this isn't fat on my body but feline fecal spores.