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Rollercoaster ..... of weight. (Say what?)

I had a small gain this week. Okay, let me rephrase. I had a small gain that was initially bigger.

For the last few weeks, I've kept "weigh-in clothes" in the car. I wear them long enough to weigh in, and back they go. It's a thin t-shirt and thin shorts. Today, I didn't feel much like changing clothes. So I stepped on in my regular shirt and thin khakis. The receptionist said, "Ohhhkay" (in a tone that said, "not so good"). I asked, and she said, "Up 1.6....." To which I replied, "Let me go at least put on these shorts!" It made a difference -- I was up only 0.8 (which is more livable to me).

And I'm not surprised in the least. It's been a week where my exercise was not on target, where my schedule and planning was thrown out of whack, and I wasn't surprised that the scale showed it. Okay, maybe a little muddled: I was down this morning by a good amount, but I didn't expect this much of a gain between this morning and this afternoon. There goes my theory about losing weight during the day too.

But you know, it's just incentive for me to try a little harder, to make extra sure that I fit in time for me in all this craziness that my life has become recently. Since I had more points than usual for dinner (DOH! I forgot to pack snacks today), I treated myself to a KFC Honey BBQ sandwich and some green beans. It was really good too! It wasn't Maurice's (mmmmm, Maurice's!) but the 'cue from The Coin'l wasn't all that bad.

So..... this week's plan: move more. Plan better. And love myself through it all!

Comments

Talmadge said…
I weigh with pretty much the same clothes each week ... always with jeans, and with my shoes on. I figure, one or both shoes will make a handy "extra credit" if I'm *this* close to a milestone.

+.08 ... reads more like maintenance than a gain. Says he who is fearing The Great Plateau might be upon him.

We still bow before you, as the Guru - our Queen of Lean. (but what's with the cruel mention of the M-word?? I'm jonesin' for some real 'cue now!!)
Talmadge said…
Speaking of "rollercoaster", the sound of the screaming woman during the song's bridge was recorded at a Weight Watchers meeting one April Fool's Day when they miscalibrated the scale by +20 pounds.
Kate/Susan said…
I don't have a weigh in outfit, but it's a good idea. I'm kind of dreading winter when I have to put my jeans back on!

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