Yesterday, I woke up absolutely dreading my weigh-in. When I didn’t weigh in last week, I decided that I would just check up on myself with Walter’s scale. I thought that his scale weighed me at about a pound lighter than the WW scale, so when I hopped on and I was at 203 pounds, I freaked out. DID I REALLY GAIN 4 POUNDS THESE LAST TWO WEEKS? EFF. I thought that I had been doing okay – definitely not awesomely, but certainly okay. But FOUR POUNDS?? Ugh. I spent most of this week in a slump, pissed of that I had put so much weight on, and not really even trying to do anything about it.
Nonetheless, I got up yesterday morning and headed to my meeting. Right before I left, I said to Walter, “I’m going to be up lots of pounds today.” He looked at me with a smile and said, “Okay – but then next week you’ll go to WW and be down lots of pounds.” (He’s a keeper.) I might have talked to myself in the car, all the way to the meeting. Liz, you’re fine. This is going to suck, but you’re going to turn this around in the coming weeks. You’re stronger than a couple-pound gain, and you don’t need to cry. STOP CRYING, LIZ, YOU’RE A PANSY-ASS. And so on.
Thankfully, there wasn’t a line to weigh in – I didn’t think I could handle it any longer. As I handed my weight log to Angela, the WW lady, I must have given her a pretty serious look, because she just said, “Uh oh…” I told her that it was going to be a rough time, but I had prepared myself for the worst, and come on, at least I’m here STOP JUDGING ME!!! (Sometimes I wonder if Weight Watchers meeting places come equipped with panic buttons. They probably should.) When I finally stepped on the scale, this is what it read:
Wait, what?? How much did I weigh before?
WAIT, HOW IS THAT NUMBER LESS THAN TWO HUNDRED????
That’s right, friends – Walter’s scale is a dirty friggin’ liar.
Weight loss this week: 1.4 pounds
Current weight: 199.0 pounds!!!!
TOTAL weight loss: 36.8 pounds
I spent so much time (and a few tears here and there) being so upset because I THOUGHT that I had done terribly. Angela just laughed and laughed at me – she couldn’t get enough of it. I felt hilarious and ridiculous and SO HAPPY THAT I AM BELOW 200 POUNDS. Seriously – I don’t have any idea the last time I was under 200 pounds. It’s magical!!!!!
In other news, WRG and I are moved in! We’ve spent a lot of time unpacking and organizing and giving things to Goodwill. I’ll post photos of the new place soon! In the meantime, here’s an awesome photo of our entryway:
Bach and Beethoven make the best greeters.
There are a lot of lessons to learn from this week – but the main one: Don’t trust your scale at home. It’s probably a lying bitch.