Grrr.  To say I’m a bit disappointed would be a massive understatement.  I didn’t gain (thank God), but I only lost 0.4 pounds this week.  I worked my hiney off!  Last week, I only got 8 Activity Points and lost over a pound.  This week I got 21!  Maybe that’s it.  Maybe it’s just water retention or something from the extra exercise.  I even ate better things this week!  As usual, I guess I’ll just have to wait and see what happens next week.  My plan right now is just to keep doing what I’m doing and hope for the best.  That’s one good thing about weight loss - there’s always next week.

I know it is a loss and isn’t a gain, so I know I shouldn’t complain (hey, that rhymed!), but I still kind of want to tell the Weight Watchers website to “stick it” when it tells me:

If you’re feeling a little neutral about your weight-loss result, here’s a little fact to make you smile: The rate you`re losing weight at is considered to be very safe and healthy. So you’re seeing success! You’re doing the right thing.

I mean, does it have to be so freaking cheerful about it?

I took a picture before coming in to work today.  It’s an absolutely terrible picture of me (as usual), but Carlos asked for a fashion show.  I love the shirt because it’s my favorite color (turquoise/teal).  It’s just a PIA in the wrinkle department.  It took about 3.5 seconds after ironing it for it to get wrinkled.  Sitting down didn’t help.

Me at 179.1 pounds and 163.8 pounds lost (Click the thumbnail below for a larger image):

I’ve mentioned before that I still don’t think that my brain has caught up with my weight loss, or maybe recovering over-eaters are afflicted with the same sort of body dysmorphia as bulimics and anorexics, but when I think about myself or even see this picture, I still feel huge.  Which is absolutely ridiculous when you compare it to my before pictures.  So, I think there’s something screwy going on in my brain.  For example, when I picked up the pants to put them on today, my first thought was still, “there’s no way in hell those are going to fit me.”  And I still had this thought even though I’d tried them on at the store already.  I knew for a fact that they fit, but I couldn’t get my brain to accept that fact.  It’s ridiculous, but I can’t help it.    I’ve actually given thought about looking into some kind of therapy, but don’t know if that’s an option for me at this point.

I have just one question:  Is it Friday yet?