Friday, January 23, 2009

Just the Opposite

Before I begin this post, yes, I do realize that I have been a complete slacker this week in terms of posting to both of my blogs. I had a couple of big projects I needed to finish and between freelance work, a few important meetings, training and working on our new project (which will hopefully be revealed next week), blogging has been very low on my list of priorities. I'm hoping next week will be better.

And now what you've all been waiting for—this week's weigh in. I keep remembering the Week #5 weigh in when I was sure I did great and couldn't figure out why I hadn't lost weight. If you'll recall, after I thought about it a bit, I realized that there were a lot of things I didn't do well.

This week was the opposite. I went into WW expecting to see no movement on the scale, or at least very little. It didn't seem promising. After all, last Friday I lunch with a friend at a restaurant where I could only estimate points values very loosely. My day continued as I had a Chai latte (which has way more points than it seems like it should). Then I went to El Azteco, had two Espescial margaritas and enchiladas de queso and proceeded to eat at least an entire basket of chips by myself. But that wasn't all. There were continued slips during the week, like the two oatmeal cookies and two yummy Fruity Pebbles treats (made by Sue) I had after the race on Sunday. Then there were the other two Chais I had last week (including a Grande at Biggby which has 8 points!).The list goes on and on.

However, when I stepped on the scale, I had actually lost 3 pounds. I couldn't figure out how I had lost weight considering how crappy I ate. Then I had a conversation with the leader and I started to put what I ate in context with the entire week and all the training I did. I guess I didn't really do that poorly after all. Turns out what really needs the most improvement is my ability to see my week for what it really was and to analyze it appropriately.

1 comment:

Di said...

Um...wow. 19.2 pounds? Holy moley!

I stepped on the scale, the other day, and noticed that I was two pounds lighter. Mind you, I'm 180 and I'm used to be 170. My clothes don't fit and my belly is much bigger than it should be. It's amazing how badly ten pounds can really look.

Anyway, that two pound drop motivated me. I feel like I'm heading back in the right direction. :-)