Boy, I got lucky this week

I don't think I got a chance to mention the interesting scale event from
last week. I went in to my doctor on Wednesday, and since I was finally
under 350lbs (barely), I was excited because I'd finally fit on their
scale. Only I got on it, set the thing to 249, and it was still too
much. 248 was too much. 245 was too much. I had to knock the thing
down to 240 before it started to wiggle, and finally settled on 239.
That's 10lbs lighter than I'd been the week before, and there's no way
I'd buy that big a loss in one week, considering I hadn't been
life-threateningly ill or anything. I was curious to see what the WW
scales would say.

According to them, I only lost 0.2lb. Not 10lbs. Which makes way more
sense, but I *was* hoping it'd be just a bit more than that. 0.2lb
isn't exciting.

However, my stepmother had called me on the Sunday preceeding: my father
had just died that afternoon. Don't anybody get too upset about it, he
and I weren't really close at all, I barely knew the guy. So it's not a
big upsetting event to me; mostly it's just sudden and weird. But
Nancy, my stepmother, was devastated (of course). There was a lot of
question as to whether I could get up there for it (they're on the
northern Oregon coast, I'm down here in Houston), given airfare and
probably having to stay in a hotel. Fortunately I found a flight for
$300, and Nancy's boss had some rental properties he was more than
willing to let everybody stay in for the duration.

So I was rushing around all week, arranging flights, making sure the
powerbook I ordered arrived in time, seeing the doctor, making my
meeting, and then the friend who does my hair said she'd do mine
Thursday night, staying late at her salon for me so I could have fresh
hair for the service, which was really nice of her. And she gave me a
huge discount, too. But I got everything arranged, packed some healthy
granola bars for the flights, and set off Friday afternoon.

My thought going up there was that, since I was staying with her, and
she always had healthy food around, eating wouldn't be a problem. Not
to mention we'd probably make grocery store trips. Boy, was I mistaken.
All her friends, neighbors, co-workers, everybody was bringing her
food. Cakes and pies and pastries and cookies and muffins and all sorts
of fattening food. The best of the lot, nutrition-wise, were the six
large trays of sandwiches. Buttermilk bread on half of them, ham, thick
slabs of real cheese, oodles of mayo.. they were tasty. But *so* unlow
in points. However, I ate probably two trays of them all by myself,
since the alternative was calorically worse.

I did have a piece of cake after the service, and an alcoholic beverage.
But pretty much the rest of the time I ate as well as I possibly
could. Friday was alright, since I was on the planes all day and they
never once fed me. Saturday (the day of the service) I used up every
single last one of my flex points, and 2 more besides. Sunday I went
about 15 points over my daily, and then Monday I ended up about 30
points over, because it was another airline day and the only places open
in the airports when I got there (overnight flights are cheaper, you
know) were Pizza Hut and Taco Bell. And a Starbucks: I will admit to
having a 6-point beverage I could've lived without. But man, it was
good, and it relaxed me really a lot, which I needed.

Then Tuesday I tried to do damage control, reducing to 20 points for the
day. Which failed miserably, because I didn't know we were having the
dart league party that night, and instead of my usual low-point club
sandwich, I got guacamole roll-up things, deviled eggs, buttery
crackers, dip and chex mix. I picked all the pretzels out of the mix,
ate 80% of the lowest-point crackers, four eggs and three rolls. I
wouldn't've, but it was the only thing available for many hours, and I
had to eat something. So with the weekend, and then me not being able
to account for it within the timeframe that would've helped, I was
*really* expecting a big gain this week.

i did have a gain. But it was 0.2lb. I was shocked. Mike said it's
unlikely to bite me in the ass next week, since most of the food was
Sunday/Monday and it would've shown by Thursday. As long as I'm
strictly on-program this week, I should be just fine. These miracle
weeks happen, he says, where you swear you ate enough to gain ten
pounds, and then manage to luck out and not do it.

0.2lb. I think I'll take it.

-s

Tayra wrote:

It's called escaping by the skin of your teeth! You probably burned off
the excess in dashing about. Breathe a sigh of relief, get back on
track, and forget about it!

--
Kate XXXXXX R.C.T.Q Madame Chef des Trolls
Lady Catherine, Wardrobe Mistress of the Chocolate Buttons
http://www.katedicey.co.uk
Click on Kate's Pages and explore!

Sounds like real life to me

--
Lesanne
"Tayra" wrote in message t...
I don't think I got a chance to mention the interesting scale event from
last week. I went in to my doctor on Wednesday, and since I was finally
under 350lbs (barely), I was excited because I'd finally fit on their
scale. Only I got on it, set the thing to 249, and it was still too
much. 248 was too much. 245 was too much. I had to knock the thing

Sounds like you've been through a bit. Glad that it is working for you in
the end and you're able to get right back on track.

--
the volleyballchick

"Tayra" wrote in message
t...
I don't think I got a chance to mention the interesting scale event from
last week. I went in to my doctor on Wednesday, and since I was finally
under 350lbs (barely), I was excited because I'd finally fit on their
scale. Only I got on it, set the thing to 249, and it was still too much.
248 was too much. 245 was too much. I had to knock the thing down to 240
before it started to wiggle, and finally settled on 239. That's 10lbs
lighter than I'd been the week before, and there's no way I'd buy that big
a loss in one week, considering I hadn't been life-threateningly ill or
anything. I was curious to see what the WW scales would say.

According to them, I only lost 0.2lb. Not 10lbs. Which makes way more
sense, but I *was* hoping it'd be just a bit more than that. 0.2lb isn't
exciting.

However, my stepmother had called me on the Sunday preceeding: my father
had just died that afternoon. Don't anybody get too upset about it, he
and I weren't really close at all, I barely knew the guy. So it's not a
big upsetting event to me; mostly it's just sudden and weird. But Nancy,
my stepmother, was devastated (of course). There was a lot of question as
to whether I could get up there for it (they're on the northern Oregon
coast, I'm down here in Houston), given airfare and probably having to
stay in a hotel. Fortunately I found a flight for $300, and Nancy's boss
had some rental properties he was more than willing to let everybody stay
in for the duration.

So I was rushing around all week, arranging flights, making sure the
powerbook I ordered arrived in time, seeing the doctor, making my meeting,
and then the friend who does my hair said she'd do mine Thursday night,
staying late at her salon for me so I could have fresh hair for the
service, which was really nice of her. And she gave me a huge discount,
too. But I got everything arranged, packed some healthy granola bars for
the flights, and set off Friday afternoon.

My thought going up there was that, since I was staying with her, and she
always had healthy food around, eating wouldn't be a problem. Not to
mention we'd probably make grocery store trips. Boy, was I mistaken. All
her friends, neighbors, co-workers, everybody was bringing her food.
Cakes and pies and pastries and cookies and muffins and all sorts of
fattening food. The best of the lot, nutrition-wise, were the six large
trays of sandwiches. Buttermilk bread on half of them, ham, thick slabs
of real cheese, oodles of mayo.. they were tasty. But *so* unlow in
points. However, I ate probably two trays of them all by myself, since
the alternative was calorically worse.

I did have a piece of cake after the service, and an alcoholic beverage.
But pretty much the rest of the time I ate as well as I possibly could.
Friday was alright, since I was on the planes all day and they never once
fed me. Saturday (the day of the service) I used up every single last one
of my flex points, and 2 more besides. Sunday I went about 15 points over
my daily, and then Monday I ended up about 30 points over, because it was
another airline day and the only places open in the airports when I got
there (overnight flights are cheaper, you know) were Pizza Hut and Taco
Bell. And a Starbucks: I will admit to having a 6-point beverage I
could've lived without. But man, it was good, and it relaxed me really a
lot, which I needed.

Then Tuesday I tried to do damage control, reducing to 20 points for the
day. Which failed miserably, because I didn't know we were having the
dart league party that night, and instead of my usual low-point club
sandwich, I got guacamole roll-up things, deviled eggs, buttery crackers,
dip and chex mix. I picked all the pretzels out of the mix, ate 80% of
the lowest-point crackers, four eggs and three rolls. I wouldn't've, but
it was the only thing available for many hours, and I had to eat
something. So with the weekend, and then me not being able to account for
it within the timeframe that would've helped, I was *really* expecting a
big gain this week.

i did have a gain. But it was 0.2lb. I was shocked. Mike said it's
unlikely to bite me in the ass next week, since most of the food was
Sunday/Monday and it would've shown by Thursday. As long as I'm strictly
on-program this week, I should be just fine. These miracle weeks happen,
he says, where you swear you ate enough to gain ten pounds, and then
manage to luck out and not do it.

0.2lb. I think I'll take it.

-s

you need to take an NSV for living real life and not beating yourself up,
good for you, Lee
Tayra wrote in message
t...
I don't think I got a chance to mention the interesting scale event from
last week. I went in to my doctor on Wednesday, and since I was finally
under 350lbs (barely), I was excited because I'd finally fit on their
scale. Only I got on it, set the thing to 249, and it was still too
much. 248 was too much. 245 was too much. I had to knock the thing
down to 240 before it started to wiggle, and finally settled on 239.
That's 10lbs lighter than I'd been the week before, and there's no way
I'd buy that big a loss in one week, considering I hadn't been
life-threateningly ill or anything. I was curious to see what the WW
scales would say.

According to them, I only lost 0.2lb. Not 10lbs. Which makes way more
sense, but I *was* hoping it'd be just a bit more than that. 0.2lb
isn't exciting.

However, my stepmother had called me on the Sunday preceeding: my father
had just died that afternoon. Don't anybody get too upset about it, he
and I weren't really close at all, I barely knew the guy. So it's not a
big upsetting event to me; mostly it's just sudden and weird. But
Nancy, my stepmother, was devastated (of course). There was a lot of
question as to whether I could get up there for it (they're on the
northern Oregon coast, I'm down here in Houston), given airfare and
probably having to stay in a hotel. Fortunately I found a flight for
$300, and Nancy's boss had some rental properties he was more than
willing to let everybody stay in for the duration.

So I was rushing around all week, arranging flights, making sure the
powerbook I ordered arrived in time, seeing the doctor, making my
meeting, and then the friend who does my hair said she'd do mine
Thursday night, staying late at her salon for me so I could have fresh
hair for the service, which was really nice of her. And she gave me a
huge discount, too. But I got everything arranged, packed some healthy
granola bars for the flights, and set off Friday afternoon.

My thought going up there was that, since I was staying with her, and
she always had healthy food around, eating wouldn't be a problem. Not
to mention we'd probably make grocery store trips. Boy, was I mistaken.
All her friends, neighbors, co-workers, everybody was bringing her
food. Cakes and pies and pastries and cookies and muffins and all sorts
of fattening food. The best of the lot, nutrition-wise, were the six
large trays of sandwiches. Buttermilk bread on half of them, ham, thick
slabs of real cheese, oodles of mayo.. they were tasty. But *so* unlow
in points. However, I ate probably two trays of them all by myself,
since the alternative was calorically worse.

I did have a piece of cake after the service, and an alcoholic beverage.
But pretty much the rest of the time I ate as well as I possibly
could. Friday was alright, since I was on the planes all day and they
never once fed me. Saturday (the day of the service) I used up every
single last one of my flex points, and 2 more besides. Sunday I went
about 15 points over my daily, and then Monday I ended up about 30
points over, because it was another airline day and the only places open
in the airports when I got there (overnight flights are cheaper, you
know) were Pizza Hut and Taco Bell. And a Starbucks: I will admit to
having a 6-point beverage I could've lived without. But man, it was
good, and it relaxed me really a lot, which I needed.

Then Tuesday I tried to do damage control, reducing to 20 points for the
day. Which failed miserably, because I didn't know we were having the
dart league party that night, and instead of my usual low-point club
sandwich, I got guacamole roll-up things, deviled eggs, buttery
crackers, dip and chex mix. I picked all the pretzels out of the mix,
ate 80% of the lowest-point crackers, four eggs and three rolls. I
wouldn't've, but it was the only thing available for many hours, and I
had to eat something. So with the weekend, and then me not being able
to account for it within the timeframe that would've helped, I was
*really* expecting a big gain this week.

i did have a gain. But it was 0.2lb. I was shocked. Mike said it's
unlikely to bite me in the ass next week, since most of the food was
Sunday/Monday and it would've shown by Thursday. As long as I'm
strictly on-program this week, I should be just fine. These miracle
weeks happen, he says, where you swear you ate enough to gain ten
pounds, and then manage to luck out and not do it.

0.2lb. I think I'll take it.

-s

Wow, you did very well to lose that .2 considering the week that you
had! Congratulations.
Elaine