I have a dirty little secret to confess. I have a habit of skipping WW meeting when I suspect that I am having a "bad" week. And by bad I mean "not losing." Fortunately, when I do this I am able to get right back on track the next week. Having coming as far as I have in the last few months. I really don't want to backslide.
Last week at WW wasn't a great week. I had skipped the my weigh-in the week before and while I tried to "be good," I knew deep down that I could/should have done better. And the scale reflected that when I learned that I had gained two pounds. It's a sucky feeling. But it was my fault. . .no one is responsible for my food choices but me. During the meeting I resolved that I was going to approach the upcoming week with the same commitment and diligence that I displayed when I started this process last July. I was going to up my water intake, track my food, and try to make better choices.
I tracked like a motherfu%$ker. I wrote down everything that went into my mouth (even the M&M's that I couldn't stop eating at a board meeting). There were a few days that I was *under* my daily point allotment. I drank more than half a gallon of water every day. . leading me to spend portions of my workday either in the bathroom or desperately looking for a bathroom. I made of point of taking my (nasty) multi-vitamin and opting for non-fat, skinny, sugar-free vanilla lattes instead of the more preferred mocha. I didn't get to the gym as much as I had hoped, but I did get in one terrific workout, which is better than nothing. Physically, I felt great. And while I wasn't over-confident going into today's WW meeting, I will say that I went in there knowing I had done the best I could do.
So imagine my surprise (horror?) when stepped on the scale and learned that I had only lost .4 pounds.
A loss is sill a loss. I get it. And I would rather be down .4 than up .4. But .4 is a trip to the bathroom. It's my bra or a pair of socks. Needless to say, I was pissed. I worked my ass off. At the moment, a large part of my self-esteem is tied to what the scale says so this wasn't the news I had hoped for. Was it the gazpacho I had for dinner last night? Did the salt cause me to retain water? Was it the I had Chipotle twice this week (16 points, and yes, I looked up the nutrition information and calculated the point value for everything in my burrito bowl).
My WW friend/mentor/guru made the comment that weight fluctuates during the day and hypothesized that I may have been heavier today at 8am than I was yesterday at 5pm. Or will be at 2pm today. That made me feel a little better. Except I ONLY weigh myself once a week, and that's during WW meetings, wearing the same outfit every week. Because consistency is key. At least for anal-retentive chicks like me.
FYI. . .fat girls don't own scales. We spend most of our lives avoiding scales, so why would we spend money on a machine to tell us how fat we are? Let alone deliberately stand on one. And the Wii Fit is just as bad. The one and only time I used it the stupid game told me I was obese and created a "Mii" that was, shall we say, a bit zaftig.
So where does this leave me? The WW leader told me to track my food again this week and that if the scale didn't move next week we could look at it together and see where modifications could be made. I appreciate the offer. The challenge I have is that I will be in Dallas for work part of next week. I had the best of WW intentions the last time I went on a business trip, but those plans didn't exactly work out as planned (Caribou Coffee, the lure of Bacon Lollipops, and not being able to plan my meals didn't help). Either way, I will keep at it. Any thoughts? Please feel free to share tips. I am all ears at this point.
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