Fat Be Gone!

Now that I've finally caved and decided to pay for someone else to weigh me each week (God bless you, Weight Watchers), it's a little more dangerous to fall off the wagon. For one, there's the wasted $16.80. I mean, who wants to pay someone nearly twenty bucks to tell them they've gained weight?! Second, there's the shame factor. Because it's really embarassing for a total stranger to weigh you, say, "oh dear, you're up a bit, you'll do better next week." Can you just see my face turning 14 shades of red?!

This week, I watched what I ate. I counted points. Had a couple snacks, but managed to stay within my allotted 23 points. I even exercised - kinda. Okay, well, I was in motion a lot (though I'm not sure you can call walking around the yard a bazillion times, bending and picking up 400 million nails, and walking them over to the dumpster exercise). I'll need to be more intentional this week, because the shingling is finis! and I can guarantee my yard to be nail-free.

I lost nicely this week and am really proud. Get this - two pounds! Yay! If I lose even 1.1 next week I get to kick that nasty '5' out from the middle of my weight. Which will be a bittersweet moment, because that also means my daily points drop to 22.

It helps to be a part of a challenge (with prizes, yipee) where I know there are a bunch of other women working toward the same goal. Thanks for getting our butts in gear, Baby Tea Leaves!