Since I didn’t “officially” WI last week (i.e. track my weight), I ended up with a 4.6 pound loss over 2 weeks. I peeked at the scale last Thursday to see if the 3.6 was still gone and much to my delighted horror, I was down another pound as well. I didn’t check again after that, but all 4.6 stayed off. I will say that I had a pretty nice little WW week this past week in which I got back to my gym routine and even left a few weeklies on the table. It still remains to be seen whether the loss stays off in coming weeks, but the best thing I can do is try to not screw up too badly and stop making beer a food group. I’m too old for that shit.
Fortunately/unfortunately, my birthday is tomorrow. I’m going to eat a quantity of cake in the next few days that could probably feed a third world country for a year, but it’s just gotta happen. I love cake. I love birthday cake. I love the yellow cake with buttercream frosting from my favorite bakery that my parents are getting for my bday. I love the Funfetti cake with pink frosting I’m bringing in to work tomorrow. I love any other cake anyone decides to regal me with in the next week. I just cannot say no to cake on or around my birthday. So, between the cake consumption, the birthday dinner and celebratory drinks tomorrow night, and Friday’s bigger bday celebration, I know I’m looking at a shitty WW week ahead. I know I just said I would stop making beer a food group, but birthday weeks are obviously the exception. Beer and cake lie ahead for me and, like Thanksgiving and Christmas, birthday week gains are pretty inevitable in my book.