Well, guys, I completely and utterly blew this weekend to smithereens. I know I’ve said before that I’ve had some bad weeks, but this one was absolutely the worst that I’ve had since I joined Weight Watchers almost two years ago. I peeked today and am up 3 pounds, so we’ll see what the scale says tomorrow on my official weigh-in day.
I have to admit that it frightened me quite a bit, because I really saw myself falling into old eating patterns. It was almost like an out-of-body experience, watching myself doing it without being able to stop myself. It really proved to me how easy it is to fall off the wagon, and how easy it would be to end up right back where I started. I can’t, can’t, can’t let that happen. You know, they say sometimes that things have to hit rock bottom before they start getting better, so hopefully that was my rock bottom and now things will get better.
I did do a lot of walking Saturday morning while I was shopping and running errands, and I got in several rousing games of Skee-Ball! That was fun! I was also able to buy a couple of new suits and shirts for work in a new, smaller size. So, the entire weekend wasn’t a bust, but by Sunday night, I sure felt like it had been.
Today at work, another employee I hadn’t seen in quite a while stopped in and asked if I’d lost weight. She was very sweet and told me I look great. Even though I have lost 140+ pounds, I almost felt like a fraud after the weekend I’ve had. Oh well. It was only two days out of my life, right? Now, I just have to face the music tomorrow and then set my mind on getting those new bonus pounds off.
