I had a really good week this past week. I stayed in points, ate healthy, exercised a lot. I am now even able to run an entire 2.5 mile stretch without walking. I feel like a kid with a new toy (my own legs!).
But I was up 2 pounds at my Weight Watchers weigh-in last night. And while normally I moan and groan about losing slow or gains that I can’t attribute to a huge backyard BBQ, I’m ok with last night’s gain. Why? Why would a 2-lb gain be acceptable you ask? Because it’s all part of a strategy to get past this semi-plateau I’ve been in for the past two months. When I started Weight Watchers, my meetings were at night. Thursdays before weigh in, I’d pretty much stay low in points (however, I don’t starve myself), so I’d see good results. And then I’d go have pizza and Pro-portion ice cream, and on occasion, be even more decadent. Yum! My treat for working hard all week.
A couple of months ago, however, my work schedule went wonky and there was no way I was getting to a 6:30 pm WW meeting, and I couldn’t hold out with no food. So I started weighing in in the morning. The first couple of weeks, “Yippee!” good losses and that was out of the way. And then came the decimal point. I would stay the same or lose small fractions of a pound and this has been going on for awhile. I know the body has to adjust. I know there are hormonal fluctuations and I had those things pretty much figured out in my previous six months on the plan. But this new really slow weight loss was unusual. What was I doing wrong? I wasn’t doing anything really different. And if anything, I had less points and I was upping the exercise as I get better at it.
Granted, there were those weeks (birthdays and such) where no loss or even a gain was warranted. But every week, these little bits? Frustrating.
And it dawned on me. Weighing In in the morning had liberated me and my evening after Weigh-In Treat was becoming an all-day Food Free-for-All, especially on days I was particularly frustrated with the scale. And if I happened to jump on the scale on Friday morning, any loss and then some would be back. So I’ve been effectively losing 2 pounds a week. It’s just the same 2 pounds over and over again.
The Point. I went back to night Weigh-Ins to curb the Thursday Endless Treat day. I was up. But this morning, I weighed myself and I was the same weight I was yesterday morning. Phew! If I lose two pounds this week, I’ll at least be starting from a lower weight and maybe I’ll even see it at my next weigh in.
In the meantime, I’m also going to take some of the scale’s power away. I need to weigh in to stay accountable. But for this week at least, I’m going to measure my success more in miles I run, meters I swim and actually doing the Pilates DVD I picked up a couple of weeks ago. Hopefully, the scale will reward my effort. If not, I’ll take solace in the fact that I’m getting stronger.
And then I can always weigh in the next week in the morning. I’m guaranteed to lose at least two pounds that way. tee hee!!