The Weekly Reader

This week’s news flash: watching the scale makes me fat.

After I decided that I’d weigh in every week, no matter the number on the scale, my body colluded with my brain to sabotage my trip down the scales. It hurt me further that I decided to go back to a daily weigh-in at home. In truth, it was more like a three-times-daily weigh-in; once in the morning, once after work and again right before bed. Here’s what the lowdown looked like.

Mon-159.75 (yay!)
Tue-159.75 (still sick)
Wed-161.5 (uh-oh)
Thu-161.5 (crap)
Fri-162.5 (hey!)
Sat-163.0 (what?!)

I weighed in at WW on Saturday morning. I lost 0.60 pounds from last week, and that’s good, but man, it really, really irritated me that I was down below 160 and then I wound up barely half a pound less than the week before.

And then the fun continued! Sunday, I was at 162.75, but then Monday I was 164.50 and Tuesday I was 165.50. Almost six pounds from a week before, and about at the weight I was more than 3 weeks ago. I’m down to 164.25 this morning, and I got my period yesterday, but still. It’s clearly a bad idea to weigh in and watch my weight.

I don’t think I have the ability to do what many of my WW buddies do, which is to weigh in only at the meetings. I can’t imagine the panic and stress I’d feel, stepping up on that scale and having no idea how it’s going to read. Maybe that’s exactly what I need to do. But the control freak in me is just not ready for it.

On the better side, it looks like Maria the Fabulous (WW leader) and our Saturday WW meeting is adopting the “Octopus” as part of the vocabulary when describing the post-partum tummy that never seems to depart. And I'm getting to know some of the women better, and that’s great. I’ve never been a joiner, and weight loss has always been a private, shameful affair for me. But this group, and this meeting, has changed all that. I actually get butterflies when I’m driving over to the meeting place, especially when Howard and I go together. I’m on the edge of my seat every week, and it’s very hard not to blurt out supportive comments every time Maria makes an observation or takes feedback from the room. I love this group, and this process, and all the people in it.

More later. I have lots of things to share, but prefer it when my posts have a theme, and a column-like feel to them, rather than slice of life. So let me get organized and then I’ll spew all over these e-pages. It should be fun. Or at least entertaining.

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