Gained a half-pound this week. I'm not quite sure how that's possible. I walked 21 miles last week and was under my calorie budget by more than 1600 calories – a full day's worth of food.
But, like Scarlett, I can't think about that now. I have a first-thing dentist appointment followed by a second-thing oil change followed by a walking date this afternoon. I still like the walking, whether it results in weight loss or not.
And, looking at the big picture, I've lost seven pounds in seven weeks. I'll be eating all my meals next weekend in restaurants, since we'll be out of town. Arghhhh. I don't look forward to any weekly weigh-in, and I'm already not looking forward to next Monday's.
This is EXACTLY why I thought monthly weigh-ins were preferable. Clearly that first one sent me over the edge, and clearly, I'm handling this week's result a little more pragmatically.
But still. I know both of you understand exactly how I feel. And you also know there's really not much more I could have done. I'm still committed, somewhat discouraged and a little apprehensive. Okay, a lot.
Hope you had a great weekend, and here's to a good week. For all of us.