Whose idea was it for me to post my weight every week? I mean really, that person is crazy.
Oh wait, that was me, wasn’t it? Rats.
Anyway, I really didn’t want to post this today, and I could have chosen not to, but I strive to be honest on this blog, and it would be dishonest of me to pretend that this week didn’t happen, so here you go.
Last week’s weight: 170.6
This week’s weight: 170.8
GAIN of .2 pounds
Basically, I’m in the same place I was 2 weeks ago. I’m kind of frustrated by it, but in reflecting over the past week, I don’t think I really earned a loss. I ate fast food on four different occasions, and while I logged 2 hours of exercise, I guess it wasn’t enough. You really can’t out-exercise poor food choices, friends, and I’m living proof. (So glad I can be a living weight loss experiment for the rest of you!) HOWEVER, if I look at my stats on Weight Watchers, I should have lost weight this week. I had 22 weekly points remaining at the end of the week, and I earned 21 activity points, so it’s not like I went insanely over my points allowance. Plus, yesterday the scale said 170, so I was really hoping that I’d be a little bit lighter today so I could FINALLY be in the 160s. Alas, it was not to be this week.
Sometimes, the scale doesn’t reflect the effort that was put forth. Sometimes it does. But the fact is, before I weighed myself this morning, I felt good. I was proud of the fact that I’d achieved a new personal record in running this weekend, and I was proud that I had run 4 miles Tuesday night, something I haven’t done since May. I was proud for choosing not to “eat my feelings” on more than one occasion. So why should stepping on a scale take away that pride and take away what I have accomplished?
It shouldn’t, so I’m trying my hardest not to let it.