It's been a couple of weeks since I talked about this and for those of you following along at home I thought I'd give you a quick update.
Two weeks ago I did a mid-day strafing run weigh in because we had dinner plans with friends and I couldn't make it to my regular meeting. It had not been my best week and I was stressed with trying to prepare for our trip to boot. I was hoping to just hold steady. I gained 0.4 lbs. I saw it as a victory because it could have been more.
Last week I missed meeting and weigh in altogether because we arrived home from vacation just hours before meeting time and shortly after I got everything unpacked from the car, I managed to smash my bumper into the garage. Needless to say (but I'm going to anyway), I was not having a fabulous night and choose a high potency stout over Weight Watchers.
This week I went back to my meeting. I got back on track with my eating habits, got back to tracking (which I slacked on during vacation), and tried to whip my sorry butt into shape.
I lost the 0.4 lbs I had gained two weeks ago.
This may seem like the tiniest of victories but it's not. For one, losing is losing not matter how much or how little. For two, I gained weight in the week I was gone on vacation. I tried to stay on track but the longer I was gone the more I veered off track. I did avail myself of my parents treadmill on a couple of occasions but that couldn't possibly make up for the crappy way I was eating. When I got home I was a couple of pounds above where I wanted to be. So that 0.4 loss was more like 2 pounds.
Onward and downward (on the scale, that is)!