There’s a scale at my folks’ house, but it’s so inaccurate, my parents set it to minus five pounds to make up the difference. The issue is that my dad is six feet tall and strapping, and my mom is so small, she could make a matchbox her bed. The end result is that the scale is confused and upset.
I’m almost glad, to be honest. Before I left, I was weighing myself every day, which is one of those things they tell you not to do when you’re in Weight Watchers. Most of the time, on this diet, it’s very satisfying. Many days, you’re down a pound, or even two, from the day before. But on those random days when the scale creeps up, it feels like disaster. (Especially during the high-protein, low-carb phase, when I’m pretty much grossed out all the time anyway.)
The good news is that the diet is definitely working, even with my bender last weekend. My yoga pants are loose, people. My yoga pants!
How are you all doing with your weight loss? Are you where you hoped to be?
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