Ready? +5.4 pounds. I gained back 5.4 pounds in 2 weeks! How much does that suck? I wondered if she made a mistake. I wonder if I should ask her to weigh me again, just to make sure. I want to flee the area. But where would I go? How would I feel if I actually left? It would be liking giving up on myself. And I've actually started loving myself enough not to be doing that. I have to be there for me. I probably need this meeting more than ever this morning. I force myself to stay. It doesn't matter how uncomfortable I am feeling. What matters is today.
Sitting there in disbelief I am right next to a line of people getting weighed. Some are happy, they have lost weight. There goes my theory about the scale being broken. I decide to wait till I get home to check my weight. I was going to do a little shopping first. I realize it's probably better to go home after my meeting and eat some yogurt with fruit before I get too hungry. It was already 8:30 and I hadn't had any breakfast. I go home and the first thing I do is weigh myself and yes I find out WW's scale is indeed correct. I allow myself the day to get over it vowing I will post about it this morning.
Each week they have a space on the weight watchers mini journal where you can write down a commitment for the week. This week I decide to exercise everyday, sign up for the gym and juice some greens-that always gives me lots of energy.
Hmm...I wonder if this may have anything to do with my recent weight gain? Funny how I actually thought having tea and sharing fries would help me calorie wise.