Thursday, March 18, 2010
upside of looking down
Today I weighed in at WW. Not because I wanted to. I felt obligated to go, because I won't be around this weekend to do it and I wanted to get a number for myself.
I gained 3 lbs. Not a huge deal. Its the middle of the week. I accidentally drank a few beers last night and ate a corned beef Reuben. And the night before? I drank 3 glasses of wine, ate a basket of tortilla chips and had a "grilled chicken salad" at a Mexican restaurant. The salad negated the wine and chips. See?
So I'm talking to the weigh-in lady and she said: "Oh, I see you've gained a bit. Were you expecting it?" I responded by shrugging my shoulders. "Meh," I said. "I have been doing this for three years and I sabotage myself all of the time. Now isn't different." Then we talked about how I was 6 lbs away from goal and how I've been giving Weight Watchers $40/month for so long.
Then it hits me, like a pound of butter. Yeah, it effing sucks that I spend $40/month BUT imagine if I had given up on myself last year when I gained weight back and stopped going all together?
The damage might be irreparable.