Whatever was going on last week – remember, I had a gain of 3.4 pounds – turned around this week. I had a loss of almost the exact same amount.
I lost 3.2 pounds, which brings me back down (barely) under my goal. I am now at 154.8. Goal is 155.
I was pleased with this week’s results. Actually, I was more than pleased, I was ecstatic, thrilled and, most of all, relieved. I think the changes I made showed up (or shall I say down!) at the scale.
For those who may not know, I am a Weight Watchers member. When I started maintenance two weeks ago, my daily points allowance was jacked up by four points. After last week’s weigh-in, I dropped it down by three points. Before I reached goal, my points target was 21. After reaching goal and starting maintenance, I was at 25 points per day. I think having those four extra points really made a difference. A bad difference.
I am now at 22 points and will keep it at that for the next week to see what happens. In these next few weeks, I will have to play around with my points to figure out how many I need to maintain my weight. I also have to figure out how much exercise I need. This week wasn’t so hot. I need to bump that up!
For now, I guess I will have to play the waiting game. Oh so much fun.
On a side note, I am having a garage sale this weekend and I am really excited about it. I went through all my clothes – holy moly one person can accumulate A TON of clothes in a somewhat short amount of time (four years) – and I am getting rid of the ones that don’t fit me anymore. WOW!
My closet is now free and clear of my size 16’s, 14’s and most of the 12’s. I still have some 12’s that fit pretty decent. Most are 10’s, but I also have a couple of 8’s in there as well! I told my husband I was clearing it all out because I don’t – and won’t (hopefully) – go back. I know numbers aren’t supposed to matter, but come on, who am I kidding? I would be lying if I said that seeing a number 8 on a pair of pants didn’t make my heart skip a beat or two! You all know what I am talking about, don’t kid yourselves.
I didn’t want to hang on to anything for that "just in case" that might happen moment. I am determined not to let it happen again – ever. I don’t want to go back to that place…it was too unhappy.
Cleaning out my closet made me realize something else – I need to go shopping. I don’t have anything left!