3 weeks ago, I decided to something crazy and unprecedented for me and actually enforce my ongoing claim that I would stop weighing mid-week. It's not that the scale makes me that psychotic, necessarily. But in an attempt to keep WW from taking over my entire life, I figured avoiding my morning scale checks might restore some sanity and also make me concentrate more on tracking and sticking to the program. An additional treat is that I now wake up on Tuesday mornings like a kid on Christmas morning.
So for the third straight week, I went into WI blind, and was pleasantly surprised to see a 1.6 pound loss. Sure, I gained 1.2 last week, but a net loss of 0.4 pounds over Christmas and New Years? You better believe I'll take that shit with bells on. I ate roughly 2.4 million points over Christmas weekend so the "only" 1.2 pound gain the week before was Christmas present enough, but to lose it and them some after enjoying a New Years weekend involving beer, crab fries and Geno's (see my hot pic of cheesesteak consumption below) was pretty much orgasm-inducing. I'm on the verge of -70 lost, and -75 is looking pretty awesome around the corner.