Last week we spent the week in Scottsdale. I did my best to
I attended a WW meeting in Scottsdale. It was a bit of a disaster. I had forgotten my book at home so my mom came over and texted me my membership number. Apparently, the membership number means nothing. I was a little annoyed at this, and annoyed that they couldn't just let me step on the scale. "Just login to WW on your phone" the nice lady told me. Am I the only young person left that doesn't have a smart-phone? To make this really long and incredibly boring story shorter, I ended up paying the $13 fee and will have to call the WW in the sky to be issued a refund.
Anyway, I was down exactly 1 pound. The meeting was boring (I should have known since there were only 9 people there!); I think I'm becoming a meeting snob, but attending that 30 minute meeting is some of the very little "me time" I get each week and I want it to count.
Fast-forward to this week. I have a lot to do today (oops, better get started) so I went last night instead. I had zero change and I count that as a win. Factoring in vacation, lack of gym time, and Father's Day, a maintenance week is something that makes me proud.
However, I have a lot of WW work to do. In exactly 15 weeks something very special is happening and I would really like to be at goal by then. But that means losing approximately an average of 1.3 pounds per week.
I am exactly 20 pounds from goal.
I heard this last night and it sucks but it's true:
"You cannot look the way you want to look, and eat the way you want to eat."