This week I completely expected to see a gain on the scale–even though it was supposed to be my first week back “OP” (what we Weight Watchers refer to as “on program” or “on plan”).
Last week I made it to the gym at 5:30 M-Th as I’d hoped, and took Friday off. I planned to go to Zumba Saturday but hubby had a study group and daycare at the gym doesn’t open til 9 (class is at 8:15) and then Sunday we had too much going on to carve out time to go, so I made do with long walks and lots of house-cleaning. But in spite of thinking more about my choices, my eating was still pretty craptastic … and I went over my Points by 48.
Seriously, again! #FAIL
Imagine my surprise, then, to step on the scale and see a “decade” I haven’t seen in like 18 months!! I had lost 2 lbs and was in shock. I am guessing maybe it’s because of my milk production decreasing so much and then ending? I don’t know, but whatever the case, I’m only 9 pounds away from my comfortable, stress-less/feel-good weight. It seems attainable now.
And if nothing else, it gives me the motivation to at least TRY!!!
[It also makes me think, maybe I should have had that glass of wine last night, after all?! ]
Speaking of weight loss, a friend shared this NYTimes article with me today, “Why Even Resolute Dieters Fail.” Pretty fascinating stuff that turns the tried-and-true calories in/calories out philosophy on its head, but the basic premise makes sense. Thoughts?