Frustrated Incorporated!!!!!

Ahhhh....day 5! I have had a roller coaster of a ride this week. I dove into my new eating habits and started counting carbs. I watched my intake and followed the plan to the "T." Wednesday night, my sister Amy and I tried ZUMBA at the YMCA for the first time. ZUMBA is a dance exercise routine that is done in the dark with mostly a Latin Beat with some Hip-Hop added for extra flare. Amy and I knew we were in for a treat. The atmosphere was like a night club. We giggled because our past reminded us that we use to like to party. For a brief moment, I missed those days and then quickly remembered why they ended!!!!!!! (I can tell you more about that on a one-to-one level if ya really wanna talk about it) Ok, so we dove right in and kept the pace. Sweat rolled off our faces, backs, elbows and yes, even our ankles! HAHAHA. I even noticed a woman in front of me perspiring on her back in the shape of a smiley face. Her sports bra controlled a lot of the moisture so the eyes appeared from her shoulder blades and her lower back had a "swoop" effect much like a smiling mouth :) LOL. Amy and I got a good laugh about that. We were being "good sports" amongst the pain and anxiety associated with the work out. My heart kept pounding in my chest screaming at me: "What are you doing? What are you doing?" It had forgotten this intensity. My mind kept insisting that I press on. So, I did. At the end of the class, the instructor came up to us and applauded our "first time" achievements. She said: "Pretty good for a first time. When I first did Zumba, I was laying on the floor, literally." That made me smile. I thought to myself: "Hey, I can REALLY do this. So, yesterday, I decided that it had been 4 days and I probably lost a few pounds. Excitedly, I stepped on the scale and presto-chango= 0! I lost 0 pounds in 4 days. The discouragement crept up my spine. I began to shake my head in confusion. Then, I confessed my sorrows to my mother. My mom is an amazing woman. She always knows just what to say. She told me to give it more time, maybe it was the wrong time of day to get weighed and perhaps the work out added on some weight due to the build-up in the fluid around my joints that occurs after a good exercise. "YEAH RIGHT!" (What I REALLY wanted my mom to do was kiss my boo-boo and make me feel better by giving me a cookie). I secluded myself into my room, plopped my rather large rear end on top of my bed and I began to cry out to the Lord. With tears rolling down my cheeks I proclaimed to my Heavenly Father: "This is the hardest thing I have ever done." I truly felt this way as I began to lament. Then, images of a perfect body began to flood my mind. (Now in this life, I know that there is no such thing, but bear with me here, it's a vision ;) So, I told myself to "get it together" and I went to my living room to face my husband. Paul and I started the Atkins diet at the same time. Earlier in the day he had mentioned that his belt was now on the last loop. How was I going to confront him with the news that I felt like I was failing? So, I got up just enough courage to look him in the eye (mine still teary from my prior out pour) and tell him. "OK, I have lost nothing so far." He was supportive and encouraged me to keep moving forward. "Give it more time." TIME? I am frustrated for sure. I have been playing this mind game with myself; craving to just live my life in the "easy lane" but that was getting me nowhere FAST! So, it's Friday. I look forward to next Friday. I think I will stay off of the scale for a couple more weeks. Keep the ZUMBA pace and count my carbs. My intentions to succeed far weigh out the numbers on the scale. Besides, today, my jeans do feel a little bit looser. Maybe it really isn't in all the numbers. Maybe it is just a game of "WEIGHT AND SEE"