A Light Through the Darkness

So, today was my weigh-in. According to Weight Watchers, my starting weight last Tuesday was 278. Bleah.

I wake up, and I’m not feeling well. The temperature did a dramatic drop – it’s only about 45 degrees here today, and it was 65 on Saturday. My body HATES dramatic temperature changes. And it’s raining. I hate rainy Mondays.

However, I have to get up at some point. And I have to step on a scale. And I’m soooo not looking forward to this.

So I get up. I wander into the bathroom and step on the scale. Eyes closed.

I go through everything I ate last week, and all the times I ate what I shouldn’t have. I logged it all, so I know exactly what I ate. Which, of course, makes me feel even worse.

And then, I realize I can’t delay any longer, and I open my eyes.

The scale says, in solemn red numbers:

275.8

I think I woke the entire apartment building (well, it was noon, so they should have been up anyways, right?). I know I scared the cats.

2.2 lbs! I can do this! I can totally do this!

How’s everyone else doing this fine, rainy Monday?

cross-posted to writersweighin