The last time I stood on the scales for Weight Watch Monday's was just before I left to go to The Hague and then straight off to Dubai and I had no change from the week before. I confess that I haven't stood on the scales since the 5th December, almost a whole month, today being the 2nd January, so you can imagine the my utter fear of standing on the scales this morning. I haven't been in London so haven't used my bike, which means I haven't exercised either. I could almost feel the sweat droplets falling off my forehead.
I took a deep breath, pulled the scales away from the wall, pushed the dust away from the screen, hit the memory button for my age (which will have to be adjusted in 9 days time, sadly I can't change the years passing and me getting older) and height, and waited for the 0:00 figures to appear which indicates when I can step on the scales. Another deep breath, I stood on the scales and then watch the figures going up and down before they settled on a final weight.............................the figures showed that I am 1.4lbs heavier than my last weigh in.
Phew what a relief, 1.4lbs I can live with, and if I am good this week could potentially lose by my next weigh in.
While I feel very smug that the damage isn't anywhere near as much as I thought it might be, it is still annoying that some of my efforts to lose weight has been undone, and I now need to clear my fridge of anything that will potentially damage my resolve. I may even dust off my running machine later to increase the amount of exercise I need to do to win this battle because I will not be in London this week, so not doing my normal amount of cycling.
If you have experienced the same as me on this first weigh-in day of the year, my commiserations - I feel your pain, but join me and stick with it - we will all get there in the end, just keep clicking that mouse ha ha.
Catch you later......................