I was having myself a pity party last night. I'm not sure exactly why but after feeling bloated and fat all day yesterday I though perhaps a Reeses and cookie dough shake from Sonic would make me feel better.
Turns out it didn't.
Instead I got on the scale at home this morning to see a very large gain staring back at me. My weekend have been getting a bit out of control and this last weekend (ahem...Monday) was no exception. I was a bit surprised, a really fantastic surprise, when I got on the scale at the WW meeting several hours later to only see a gain of 0.2 pounds.
I wanted to skip the scale at the WW meeting but since we have new weigh-in books as part of this new Success Story campaign, I knew I needed to weight. I am glad I did. First off, I thought I had gained at least two more pounds. This makes three gains in three weeks. Secondly, if I had really seen a gain of two or more pounds I think I would have allowed my pity party to last a little longer.
Once again I am needing to hike up my big girl panties and fix this scale gain situation. Like I said in my blog post yesterday, some days just feel tough. I really rebel and the aftermath is UGLY. So I had best find a way to balance it all better so I have a fighting chance of getting the scale numbers to start a downward trend.