When I weigh in at WW in about an hour, I'll be patted on the back for doing so well this week. And in many ways, I did -- I stuck to the program completely, got in all of my water, vegetables, calcium and oils, and journalled each and every morsel. And the scale will show that I lost about 3 lbs and that will be great.
But in the back of my head, I'll be a little concerned. I know, because I visit Frank every morning, that most of that weight loss occurred very early in the week, and I've either gained a little or stayed about the same for the last half. All of this in spite of the fact that, according to the numbers, I've done everything absolutely right. (Unless I'm not eating enough. I didn't use half my flexpoints. I should look into this.)
At any rate, I've been here at least three times before, and I was expecting to be here again this time: the horse latitudes of weight loss, where you do everything right and yet you don't seem to be going anywhere. The shortest I've experienced before was a week, and the longest was about three.
Time to dig in my heels and cross my arms and glare at the refrigerator.
It's not going to win this time.
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