I had my weigh-in this morning at Weight Watchers. I wasn’t nervous, scared, apprehensive or anything else. I reached my goal last Wednesday and was pretty happy with this past week. I expected that the numbers weren’t going to budge much either way. I ate semi-normal. I actually exercised a little more. But, I got one helluva shock when I stepped on the scale.
I was up a little more than three pounds. I stepped off the scale and tried it again. Yep, same reading. My weight climbed 3.4 pounds. What? Are you kidding me? What the hell happened?
At first, I was pissed. And I mean pissed. Not even disappointed. Not sad. P-I-S-S-E-D!
I talked with the lady who weighed me in to find out what I did wrong or what I didn’t do right. We talked about how now that I am in maintenance mode, my daily points allowance jumped up by four. She said that for the next six weeks, I have to "play with my points" to figure out what works. Obviously having four more points a day doesn’t work. So, we decided to dial it back a little.
We also discussed that it’s close to "that time of the month" and that could make a difference, as well. The more we talked, the better I was feeling. That is what I love about Weight Watchers. No matter how crappy I might feel, I always leave in a much better mood.
During the meeting, I also discovered another reason why I might have had such an increase. (By the way, this is the biggest increase since I started WW back in November of 2008.) I am a faithful food tracker. What goes in my mouth gets logged in my online food tracker. Seriously. I even log chocolate and wine and chips and ice cream!
Well, for three days straight, I didn’t log a morsel. Remember, I was at my sister’s cabin in Wisconsin and had no internet connection. I thought I did really well. Apparently, I overestimated. And I guess tracking does really work.
Leaving my meeting, I was no longer pissed. I was determined. I wasn’t mad at myself or beating myself up because I had gained. I didn’t want to run out and eat a Whopper and large fry and forget everything I have worked so hard at. I am committed to this journey and I will be damned if I have a gain like that again. I am going to work harder this next week and make sure that next week, I have a decrease at the scale.
And I may have a McDonald’s ice cream cone just to get over what little pain may be left! But I will ride my bike there and back to get it!