My slightly delusional fiance looks at me this morning and says, "Babe, you're lookin' thinner."
How a man who doesn't notice a 6 inch haircut hones in on weekly weight fluctuations, I'll never know.
But I rolled with it. All the way to the scale.
Unfortunately, the scale had a slightly different verdict: down 1.2 lbs last week...7lbs in the first two weeks back...15.6 lbs total.
Honestly, that was a helluva lotta work to get rid of a few ounces.
Could someone please tell my body that it is supposed to be at its lightest every Thursday at 8:45am. Not Thursday, 5am. Not Friday, 5pm. Thursday, 8:45am. That I freakin drank 28 glasses of water over the last 48 hours to ensure I wouldn't be carrying an extra oz. of water weight. That my Starbucks (grande, skinny, carmel latte) is getting cold sitting on the chair at the WW meeting b/c heaven forbid I ingest anything before getting weighed. That I get as close as possible to naked without (severely) offending people before setting foot on the scale.
None of this is rational. But it's reality. I mean, in the sense that it is really what I do. And in the moment, it doesn't feel that wacky.
I guess it isn't that much less sane than being pleased as punch at having my name announced in front of the "class" and being given a "5 lb loss" or "bravo" sticker. Or adults encouraging each other to eat their vegetables. And it's definitely more balanced than my mom's assertion that "seasoned green beans taste better than french fries."
On Thursdays at 8:45am I am reminded that this whole weight loss thing is predominately a mind game. That if I just do whatever all of these dumb little things are that I apparently "need" to do to stay in the zone, the results will come.
However....if I ever utter the phrase "these green beans taste better than french fries"....please take pity on me and have me committed.
How a man who doesn't notice a 6 inch haircut hones in on weekly weight fluctuations, I'll never know.
But I rolled with it. All the way to the scale.
Unfortunately, the scale had a slightly different verdict: down 1.2 lbs last week...7lbs in the first two weeks back...15.6 lbs total.
Honestly, that was a helluva lotta work to get rid of a few ounces.
Could someone please tell my body that it is supposed to be at its lightest every Thursday at 8:45am. Not Thursday, 5am. Not Friday, 5pm. Thursday, 8:45am. That I freakin drank 28 glasses of water over the last 48 hours to ensure I wouldn't be carrying an extra oz. of water weight. That my Starbucks (grande, skinny, carmel latte) is getting cold sitting on the chair at the WW meeting b/c heaven forbid I ingest anything before getting weighed. That I get as close as possible to naked without (severely) offending people before setting foot on the scale.
None of this is rational. But it's reality. I mean, in the sense that it is really what I do. And in the moment, it doesn't feel that wacky.
I guess it isn't that much less sane than being pleased as punch at having my name announced in front of the "class" and being given a "5 lb loss" or "bravo" sticker. Or adults encouraging each other to eat their vegetables. And it's definitely more balanced than my mom's assertion that "seasoned green beans taste better than french fries."
On Thursdays at 8:45am I am reminded that this whole weight loss thing is predominately a mind game. That if I just do whatever all of these dumb little things are that I apparently "need" to do to stay in the zone, the results will come.
However....if I ever utter the phrase "these green beans taste better than french fries"....please take pity on me and have me committed.
