Weight Watchers {Week 2}

I woke up this morning with a big smile on my face. 

Threw off the robin’s egg colored comforter I love so much, gave my dog a kiss on the forehead.

Walked down the cold, dark hallway of my house, disheveled, but excited.

Open the door to the bathroom, tinkle, and then prep myself to step on the scale. In those 30 seconds, nerves and excitement run through my veins. It’s a rush that you can only know if you’ve ever weighed-in for a weekly weight loss kind of thing. You know the feeling, right? I know you do. It’s terror and hope all in big, fat emotion.

I step on the scale. I breathe in and hold my breath, because well, air weighs a ton, don’t ya know this?

I look at the number.

I look again.

And then one more time. Now it’s permanently in my head.

I step off the scale, put my clothes back on, walk down the hallway again to the bedroom, still disheveled.

Lift the comforter, give my dog a kiss on the forehead, lie back down.

My husband asks how my weigh-in went.

I tell him I gained 1.2 this week.

He asks how, and I don’t think I answered. He starts going on about how I am on my period, and I kind of tune him out.

I close my eyes, think about the number, and I tell myself not to cry.

But tears fill my eyes anyway and a little bit trickles down my face. Trying not to let my husband notice because then he’ll tell me it’s ok and I’ll say, “yeah, I know” and I simply am not up for that bit of convo at the moment. Don’t wanna hear it.

Then I lay there. Just lay there, for about 5 minutes.

Could this be happening? Should I workout and try again? SERIOUSLY? No fucking way. A GAIN?!

I start constructing this post in my head. I wonder if it’s because of the 4 bottles of water I drank after 6 pm yesterday. I wonder if it’s the 10+ mini reese’s peanut butter cups I ate this week. I wonder if it’s that I only exercised 128 minutes this week. And then I realized this wondering is getting me nowhere, because it is what it is.

I get out of bed, grab a bowl of my favorite cereal and now I sit here with you.

And I am over it. I am moving on.

Why? Well, simply put I have no other choice but to move forward. Week 2 just seems to be awful no matter what you do sometimes. There’s never been a time on Weight Watchers where I don’t gain in week 2. Never. I know many probably do lose during week 2, but I never have.

But week 3. Well, I am gonna make week 3 my bitch. This week and I are going to rock so hard, the sound of my screaming words of joy will be deafening when I step on the scale because I am going to lose weight next week. It is not up for discussion. Yeah, I know it’s Thanksgiving, and I also know that my first time on Weight Watchers, I got my 25 pound star the week of Thanksgiving. It’s possible because I have the power to make it possible.

So, yes. Week 3 will be a charm because I have the power to make it such. What will you do this week to help you achieve your goals?

Week 2 Weight Loss: None, +1.2 pound gain

Total Weight Loss to Date: 1.6 pounds

Week 2 Exercise Minutes= 128 minutes

Total Exercise Minutes to Date*= 281 minutes

*=These numbers represent a cumulative total

Weight Watchers Virtual Bank Balance= $50.00 ($10 from weight loss, $40 from exercise)

And because I like to end on a positive note, this Glee mash-up seriously made my week.

You can stand under my umbrella-ella-ella…