Starting Weight: 290.3
Last Week: 283.7
This Week: 284.1
Net Loss: +0.4
Loss-to-Date: -6.2
Okay, this shit is getting old. Two weeks of gaining in a row. This one was small, and could be explained by a myriad different things, but UGH. I know that last week I said that whatever I see on the scale, I earned it, and that's true this week too, but I am starting to get pissed at myself because I feel like I'm self-sabotaging. I've gotten lax about tracking my food and Points on WeightWatchers, and I'm still sticking my hand in the candy dish more than I should. Yuck.
Valentine's Day wasn't too bad... we went out for sushi, and I stayed away from the usual stuff I get that has the spicy mayo... I did get a spicy crunchy roll, but there was actually very, very little crunchy (which actually kinda pissed me off, dammit, lol), and we got everything with brown rice. It could've been way worse, but it was pretty close to weigh-in.
Add to this that this weekend Derek is off in Ocean City for his bachelor party and this weigh-in was doomed. First of all, I've mentioned before, I hate cooking for myself. Hate it. It's a waste of food, and I feel dumb going through all that effort just for myself. Add to that that I'm pretty bummed about being alone all weekend and sleeping in that big cold empty bed all alone, and I'm making bad decisions. I'd deal with it if it was just this weekend, but Derek's going out of town for work Thursday-Monday too, so I'll be on my own for most of this week too. Ugh. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad he has a group of such awesome friends (all of whom I actually sincerely adore -- they're amazing guys!) that want to do it up big for his bachelor party, and I'm certainly okay with him doing things without me, but... ugh. It's been over a year since we've slept apart. I didn't sleep well at all last night, and I suspect much of the same for the rest of these nights to come. So, being emotional, bored, and unwilling to cook means... bad. Bad things. :-\
On top of that, this coming weekend is MY bachelorette party, and I'm really effing excited about it. I'm going to try to be fairly good but I am not going to ruin my fun trying to find points for everything, and... well... let's just say there will be plenty of alcohol involved. I'm certainly not going to apologize for my "last hurrah", but I know that I will pay for it.
But I can do it. Because this isn't a sprint, it's a marathon, and the end result is too important for me to give up because of a couple bad weeks. I can do this.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a couch to curl up on and hopefully a marathon of Law & Order: SVU to get lost in in hopes that I'll get a decent night's sleep tonight.
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