Note: I will come back and post my review of "The Biggest Loser" Season 7 premiere after I grade three papers. I'm bribing myself. I am going to do a short post about yesterday's weigh-in and then get right to work.
As I suggested in my post the other day, my expectations for this weigh-in were low. I had gone over my points by a lot. Last week was just a mess in so many ways. I experimented (briefly) with Topamax at my new doctor's suggestion, but it made me hot and thirsty. I am not fooling around with side effects like that until after the half marathon, so I quit after three days. I'm not even sure I need to be on a drug like that in the first place. My husband's car was in the shop, which meant a bunch of extra running around for me. Plus, I felt behind on work but perversely, was not working. I was screwing around instead. I had a bad attitude about a lot of things and a couple of times I didn't feel strong enough to talk back to the voice that suggested that a snack would make me feel better. The one good thing that I did was to count my points for everything and face the ugly truth. Maybe that's what kept things from getting completely out of hand. On Monday I pulled it together and fixed myself three solid, points-friendly meals.
I got lucky: I lost 1.2 pounds. That isn't even a 1% loss in "Biggest Loser" terms, but I felt grateful for it. I got weighed in by my leader, who told me that I missed my 5 pound star this week by 0.2 pounds. I think, though, that I will feel more deserving of that kind of attention after a week of better Weight Watching.