Weigh in day! I was psyched and ready. In the past week, I've eaten less. I took the stairs more often. I didn't drive around parking lots looking for the closest space, but actually parked wherever and walked. I started doing my squats again. Got in some other fun activity worth some extra points- the details are none of your business. And, I didn't use hardly any of my extra points.
I cooked several weight watcher recipes for dinner. I did everything right.
We were supposed to go to the Weight Watchers meeting at 5:30, date night and then a healthy dinner out without the kids. I was a bit frazzled when I got the call at 4:50 pm from Rex- telling me I had to pick him up at at the garage; car issues. My mind started racing.... I can not miss weigh in- I'm sure I'm hitting the 10lb loss today. The star is mine! So, I hurried to the car and started the tour around Roanoke. Downtown to Salem Avenue, then to Peters Creek to pick up the boys- order pizza on the way- drop kids off at home- on to the interstate and exit at Towers. We missed the meeting- but got there at 6:03pm - just in time so we could weigh in. Relief.
Rex went first- he lost 3.5 lbs. He is rockin' the scale. The ladies smile and tell him how good he's doing. I'm proud, but just want him out of the way so I can see how well I've done.
Off with the boots- purse on the floor. No coins in my pockets. I step on the scale. I read the ladies face. Why isn't she smiling. She smiled at Rex. This can't be good. She politely, gracefully says "a little gain this week"
"only 1.2 lbs "
I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to burst out into tears while standing on the scale, so I bit my lip. She, and the smiling lady who announced my loss last week begin to encouraged me (I think they saw the tears) "this is normal, sometimes exercise actually keeps you from loosing. You had such a big loss last week. "
Yeah, Yeah, just get me out of here.
The mini bars were on sale, so I grabbed a couple of boxes for our road trip and high-tailed it out of there. Rex hugged me, I cried.
I've watched Biggest Loser faithfully, I know that it's normal to sometimes gain. My sweet teenager tells me it's probably muscle. (I'm not buying that)
Pride goes before a fall.
After I picked my ego up off the floor, I tried to process the shock. What could I have done different? I wore my jeans so I wouldn't throw things off balance. I took my jacket off. What could it possibly be?
Rex continued to sweetly encourage me all the way to the car. Don't you quit, he repeated. I know it's normal- but not for ME. Then it hit me. As I got back in the car and caught a glimpse in the rear view mirror, I realized I hadn't taken off my new necklace that Elijah made me in school today.
Think it weighs 1.2 pounds?
Until next week, I will not quit- but if I gain again I might smack somebody.