I'm slowly beginning to understand why my nickname was "Tank" growing up. I know my dad jokingly said that to me, but really, it's the truth... I'm solid.

I stepped on the scale last night just for the heck of it. The needle was NOT where it should be. I'm hoping it was a fluke. It was after I ate dinner. Or it was water weight since I took in so much salt this past week. Or wishful thinking... but muscle weight.

I really don't understand. Before I went on this diet, I ate whatever I wanted and my weight was stable. Now I eat much better, but my weight isn't going down. I'm convinced the only way to do this is to starve. I don't that kind of willpower...