Of bad days....

Yesterday was my Weight Watchers’ day, so I thought “Great! I’ll go to my meeting, then go home and write up my Blog. It’ll be a good time to reflect on the WonderWoman Project.” How wrong I was.

By the time I got home, I was fighting back tears. Weigh-in was a disaster – between Tuesday morning and my weigh in I put on 2.5lb! I can’t blame the scales at the meeting, either. I’d weighed myself yesterday morning after my shower and I was at least 2lb up. At the time, I put it down to having wet hair and having recently drunk a pint of water (I normally weigh myself before my shower and before I drink anything). Instead, I’m officially up 0.5lb.

It felt like my body was delivering a kick in the teeth. I’d tried so hard. I even worked in ways to accommodate whole milk into my diet. I’ve been tracking my points religiously and working out almost every morning.

I was too dejected to cook dinner. DH was out for the evening, so there was no incentive and no external conscience to chivvy me back into line. Instead, I pigged out on a couple of sausages left over from the morning’s welcome-back-breakfast, had a hot chocolate and a bag of WW cookie bites. My mini-binge put me a grand total of 8.5 points over my allowance.

This morning, I picked myself up; dusted myself off and started all over again. I refuse to let one bad day beat me. I am writing off the deficit one day at a time – it’ll be gone by Sunday.

- Pam

(Note – This morning, the weight had all disappeared again! I have no explanation except possibly salt intake. Dinner on Tuesday contained soy sauce.)