GAIN.....

This weeks weigh in was a big fat FAIL.

+0.8lbs

I wanted to throw the scale across the room. I wanted to punch the little lady weighing me in. I wanted to scream.

I even worked out an extra day this week. And THAT is what I get?! Could it have been all the alcohol I drank Saturday and the fact that I haven't drank in weeks? Yes. Could it be muscle? Yes. Maybe I'm not eating ENOUGH?! Yes. Could it be that I didn't drink enough water? Yes.

But still. When I track, workout like a mad person, weigh, measure, contemplate every bite.... seeing that number is a big slap in the face. Ugh.

I've also discovered I don't like logic in that moment. That moment where I've gained. I don't want someone to say, "but you've come so far!" or "You look great!" or "Next week's weigh in will be even better!"..... I just want someone to say, "Dude. This blows. You've worked your ass off all week and this totally sucks." I don't want a reasonable explanation right then. I just want sympathy.

After the WOD on Tuesday, Philip and I almost always get a Jamba Juice. I was still pissed about my weigh in, so I ordered a Peanut Butter Moo'd. I've never had one before.

OMG.

I groaned so loudly with the first sip the employees thought there was something wrong. It's been so long since I've tasted Peanut Butter. It was AMAZING. And, like a good little weight watcher I DID count the points for it. All 16 of them. So worth it.

This week I'm going to revisit my friend Wendie. She's always worked for me in the past, so I'm going to give it a shot. I've got to break myself out of this rut. Also, I'm going to meal plan like a mad woman and drink a LOT more water than last week....

Here is to a LOSS next week!