The one nice thing about plateauing a bit after losing several pounds is that you get to enjoy the delayed loss of inches and clothes fitting better which I find usually doesn’t show up until a few weeks after the scale goes down (and if I’m continually losing, I don’t notice). I’m squarely in between-sizes territory now in that the smaller size is still a bit on the tight side but the larger size is noticeably too baggy. It’s an annoyingly awful limbo area where I don’t feel fabulous in anything exactly, but it’s nice to know that I can fit into the smaller stuff without it looking obscene either. If only I could just push myself 3 more pounds or so I’d be in a very happy place.
I have been upping my running just a tad lately. I’m far too lazy and lack the attention span to really do anything major or ambitious, but I’ve done a couple 4ish mile runs in the past two weeks and kept it at a 10 minute pace, so it hasn’t been too painfully eternal-seeming. I’ve also been keeping my shorter runs at 30 minutes or longer and trying to up my speed with those, so I think I can commit to my pledge to never spend an exorbitant amount of time running but get a decent workout, in which case I might actually stick with it a little longer.
I’m going to
Bar Harbor for
a wedding this weekend so I will be out of town Thursday night to Monday
morning and I know I will not be a model of Weight Watchers during that time,
which is part of why I’m frustrated not to have lost this past week. Nevertheless, I’ll try to work out and make
decently non-shitty eating decisions and hopefully avoid getting black-out
drunk, and I can keep the damage manageable.
It will be awesome to see my law school friends all in one spot and I
think the wedding will be a great time, so at the end of the day I’ll have a
great time regardless of WW or points.