I've been skipping this post for the past few weeks.
When I went away to Charleston I gained two pounds and I was kind of disappointed in myself and I was kind of embarrassed to . I had had a great plan to surviving the trip, but I found myself straying from it while I was away. In hindsight, I realized that 2 pounds is the least I've ever gained after being away for a few days.
After a few more weeks of hovering around the same number, I climbed on the scale last week. I was down THREE POUNDS!!!!! I never lose three pounds! I was ecstatic! That brought me to 21 total pounds lost - right where I had been before I started letting the weight creep back on, before I used my last semester of college as an excuse to celebrate every day with anything I wanted to eat. I was thrilled!
After my stunning success, I was pretty sure I was either going to gain or maintain last night at weigh in. I mean, three pounds in one week is a lot at this point in the game. I've gone three months and not lost three pounds (no, I'm not kidding). I expected the gain and prepared for it. I made my peace with my impending gain: I knew I had done a good job following Weight Watchers food-wise and I was getting in tons of exercise, but still, our bodies sometimes have to take a minute after a big loss to catch its breath.
I headed to weigh in last night not expecting anything. I stepped into the social hall of the church where my meeting is held and stripped down to my athletic shorts and a tank top. Off came my flip flops as is my pre-weigh-in routine. I stepped on the scale and waited for Susan, my sweet Weight Watchers receptionist, to quickly and quietly say "Well, you're up just a little bit this week, is everything ok?"
Instead I stepped on the scale, braced myself, and stood in disbelief as Susan looked up at me and nodded with a smile on her face as she said, "Looks like somebody had a great week!" I was down another 1.6! I've had plenty of unexpected gains, but never and unexpected loss!!!
I'm now down 22.6 pounds!!!!
For the first time in a long time, I'm actually pretty happy with my "weight loss journey," as we like to call it in the biz. I'm exercising a lot which I like for a few reasons - mostly because it makes me feel good and more confident, but I also really like how if I work out I have a little (and I mean just a little) wiggle room in what I eat. Like its ok that I had a margarita last week instead of a lite beer when I went out for dinner, I knew I'd burn those extra calories off spinning the next day.
And having a margarita once in a while makes me very, very happy!