Okay… it’s Saturday morning. I’m awake. I’m dressed. I’m ready to go weigh in.
Let’s just hope that if I’ve gained weight over the last five weeks I haven’t gained much. I don’t mind having to re-cover a little bit of ground. I just don’t want to have to re-cover a lot. Know what I mean?
Fingers crossed. Seeing as I’m such a content whore, I’ll probably be posting again within the next hour. Hoping for, if not good, not too terribly bad news.
It’s been a long time since I’ve gone to a weight watchers meeting and weighed in. It’s been over a month now. The last weigh in was on December 13th.
Weight Watchers Weigh In Public Shaming – Week 15 Edition: Down 4.6 pounds for a total of 37.6. I did not see that coming!
— Robert Parker (@RobJ_) December 13, 2014
Tomorrow will mark week number 20. I’ll admit it, I’m nervous. I’m afraid that in the two weeks that I was off the wagon I did so much damage that all of the progress I made leading up to that wonderful 37.6 number will have been erased, and two weeks of being better but not great will not have shown any results.
It’s not about numbers. I keep saying that, and I honestly believe it. It’s just that the meaningless number I saw on December 13th was a really good meaningless number. I don’t want that meaningless number to be lower tomorrow.
It’ll be okay. Even if the number is down to zero, it will be okay. I will lose weight. I will be healthier. I will reduce my risk of having a heart attack. The number isn’t important. How I feel is important.
Inside the Red Head's Head 