So I’m in the middle of a long stretch of working every. single. day.
I knew I wouldn’t get to my Saturday meeting this week, so I went a few days early and at night.
Considering how I backslid into old bad habits last week I am pretty damn proud of myself for not just skipping. I mean weighing early? And at NIGHT? I knew I was almost guaranteed a gain, but I knew it wouldn’t kill me, that I would live to see another day if my Weight Watcher record wasn’t perfect.
I was full well expecting at least a two pound gain. My normal weigh in is first thing in the morning on Saturdays, so weighing at night would put me at least a few pounds heavier.
Nope. I did gain .2 though. So I probably lost weight, which I’m not supposed to do either. I’m telling you people, this lifetime stuff is not for the weak. I’ll just keep on keepin’ on!
I did had what we like to call in the Weight Watcher world a NSV, or Non-Scale Victory this week. Have you ever been in the position where someone needs to know your size, and you really don’t want to say it?
That was me a few years ago. I had to go into an area at work where you need coveralls so that you don’t cause cross contamination. I remember the guy didn’t ask, he just handed over some 3X coveralls and mumbled something about me being tall. I don’t know who was more embarrassed, him or I.
Flash forward to this week when I had to get some new ones. They are a medium, and they are big on me!
Don’t mind the no make-up and hair that was in a hair net and I was in like 120 degree heat for 3 hours. I was DAMN happy despite all of that.
I mean in the scheme of things something like our size should not cause embarrassment. It is just some people are bigger than others. It would be a beautiful world if this was true, but we all know it’s not.
Perhaps one day.