Tuesday. D-Day. Weigh in day. After this past weekend, I wasn't too confident about weighing in. At least I don't go to meetings, I am an online girl, so the weighing in process is extremely personal. After my third time at the bathroom (have to get everything out!) I got on the scale, then again, and then again. Could this be right? This scale must be broke! 196.8...what??? Seriously. Did my Saturday night binge really make me gain almost 3 pounds? Is that even possible? Well apparently yes. As a veteran WW (Weight Watcher), I know that the scale doesn't always reflect the whole truth. There are so many factors that go into the scale. Water is a huge influence. Did I drink enough water the day before, am I bloated because "Aunt Flow" is in town, did that extra bit of salt make me retain even a bit of water? Yes, yes, and yes. Ok, so maybe blaming the gain all on water is really not the whole truth. I'm sure that consuming over 5,000 calories on Saturday played a role in it, but I much rather take the easy road and say "stupid water weight!". Call it denial if you will, but I can't beat myself up for taking a bit of a detour over the weekend. So in the end what has this set back cost me you ask? Nothing really. I'm not here to do a quick fix, this is my life and I am not going to stop living it. Will I end up quiting over it? Absolutely not. If I did that everytime I failed, I would be living in my Mom's basement watching reruns of Dr. Phil. I do what most people do, pick myself back up and move on. Today is a new day and also marks a new "week" for me. 35 new flexies to eat and a clean slate to start off with.
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