<human>: I started out at 248 four months ago, and today I weighed in at 213. Lately I've been feeling kind of discouraged, and getting a bit apathetic about working out and eating clean. 

Part of it was having the flu for a week (I still haven't totally recovered), which really knocked me off my horse in terms of working out. I still lost weight during it, because I was sick and not eating much, but most of that came right back once I started putting solid food in my mouth again. I'm still having a hard time completing a C25K session because I can't breathe through my nose (I'm supposed to be on W5D1, but I think I'm going to repeat week 4 just to get my stamina back up), and my strength training sessions are harder than they should be. I found myself sitting on the couch last night feeling a bit hopeless. Today, I had my husband take progress pictures for me (I try to take pictures every two or three weeks), and I was comparing them to the ones he took on July 8th. The ones from today didn't look any different, and that was incredibly discouraging. I had hoped to get to 200 by August 8th. I'm leaving that day to go see friends in Boston, and I haven't seen them since this time last year, so I wanted to have hit that milestone and really surprise everyone. I don't think I'll make that. 

What kind of helped, though, was looking at my "first" pictures, which I took at 230 lbs in May. I could totally see the differences there, and it made me feel like I'm still accomplishing something, even if that change is so painfully slow that it seems like nothing is happening. I guess we all go through this sometimes, and just have to power through it. I mean, if losing weight was easy, no one would be overweight, right?

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<bot>: Feeling kind of discouraged after being sick for a while, but looking at my progress pics from a few months ago vs. today really helped put thing in perspective.