Monday is my weigh-in day and today was my second time to step on the scales since I started WW two weeks ago. Unlike last week, when I was nervous, not knowing to expect, this time I was calm, in spite of having indulged a couple of times over the long weekend. I had exercised diligently and kept my food points within in good ranges.
* Six pounds! *
That’s 10 pounds total in two weeks.
[cheering, confetti falling from the sky, a marching band playing Sousa]
It seemed like a lot and I was suspicious the first time I stepped on the scale, so I stepped back up again. Then I checked to make sure the scale was calibrated properly and weighed myself again, just to be sure. Nope, same numbers each time.
So I’m feeling a wee bit pleased with myself today, tinged with the suspicion that my fat cells will stage a coup this week and try to regain some of their lost comrades. Just to be sure, I’ll be extra careful with the food (again) and continue with the increased exercise.