Despondent

Despondent is not the word. I'm utterly miserable. I ended up in tears after the meeting tonight and some selfless soul dragged me back into the door to talk to the scary leader about how I'm rapidly failing to achieve even the smallest morsel of weight loss.

How can one person spend 8 weeks of their life thinking about what not to put in their mouth and still not lose any weight? How? I wrote everything down this week. I've discovered that the only place I can keep a tracker and remember to fill it in, is in the car. It sits there in the little compartment by the gear-stick and reminds me to fill it in. Good - tracking problem solved.

I still don't have time to weigh and measure anything, but honestly I go back and double check the likely amounts and I'm not too far off. So WHY after EIGHT WEEKS am I half a pound HEAVIER than I was when I started?

Answers on a postcard please.