It's kind of depressing

I know all the right things to do. I can give you all the advice in the world and if you follow it, you'll lose weight. But I can't do it myself. I'm blue because I finally made it to one and a half minutes running (the farthest I've gotten on the running program yet) and I'm hurt. Again. So, instead of controlling the things I can (what I eat), I just let it all go to hell in a hand basket. I'm up two pounds this week. Oddly, my husband keeps telling me I feel thinner to him. And when I measured this morning, my waist is down a quarter inch. There's no way I could have gained two pounds of muscle in a week. I know I shouldn't be so dedicated to the scale. I should take into account how I feel and how my pants fit and stuff (and they are getting looser). But I want that number on the scale to move down, damn it. Significantly down. Anyway, I'm trying not to just scrap the whole project. I'm doing yoga and I think I'll be able to walk today (did I mention I also, in addition to my sore left heel, have a plantar's wart on my left foot?) I've been reading a lot of running, yoga, and diet information on the net. I'm thinking more about plate construction as a way of cutting calories. If half your plate is filled with vegetables, and you eat them first, it's easier to control your caloric intake. Brad also bought me some bottled water and those MiO things they've been advertising on TV. My fluid intake was much higher yesterday and I actually had to pee when I woke up this morning, so that's a check mark in the good column. Here's to a more "in control" week than the last.