I have just embarassed myself at Weight Watchers. I bounded into the weigh in. I talked happily in teh queue. I go to be weighed in jeans and thin top like last week. She asks how my week has been. I say “briliant – I’ve swum four times, made lots of homemade soup, eaten really well and feel great.”
Pride before a naffing fall. I can’t swear, in writing, because my mum reads this. But I’m pretty upset. To put it politely.
I’ve gained half a pound. Funny how we don’t count half points and we round up when I’m eating, but when it comes to weight gain, it firking counts.
In fact, I’m angry.
The suggestion from the weight watchers leader is that perhaps my exercise is making my body hold on to my weight and so I need to give it another two or three weeks, and I’ve to track everything. But that’s what I’ve done this week. I told her that. She said to do it again and take it down there with me.
I am so done with this. People go in and loose 3lbs in their first week or two, there’s me. So pleased to be going in, expecting 3lbs of weight loss, and I’ve gained.
I’ve come home and eaten a mini twirl. 5 points. Didn’t even like it. I just want to rebel against something. I’m so upset and I want to carry on but can’t see the point, to be honest. Maybe I’m just destined to be a chubber forever?
I am well and truly fucked off right now. (Sorry mum, but when you’ve tried as hard as I have this week, I think it’s worth swearing)