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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 |
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Boy, I got lucky this week
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! |
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Boy, I got lucky this week
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 |
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Boy, I got lucky this week
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 |
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Boy, I got lucky this week
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 |
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Boy, I got lucky this week
Wow, you did very well to lose that .2 considering the week that you
had! Congratulations. Elaine |
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