I took a day off last Monday so this week you get double the pleasure, double the fun. (But no Doublemint gum. Well, unless you just go buy some on your own.)
Anyway, before telling any stupid jokes or making obscure movie references or rambling on as I typically do, I want you to check out what happened the week before last. After a mysterious rise two weeks earlier, I suddenly got that beautiful slope so many of us spend so many salads yearning for:
After starting in the danger zone (that zone above 197.5, which I consider way too close to leaving Onederland), I slid all the way down to 194: a new low for this go around. And I was ready for it too, since I hadn’t set a new low since April 10.
Then Murphy’s law kicked in over the weekend:
Even with that uptick at the end, I was still down 1.2 pounds from the previous week and I had set a new low. So I still felt pretty good. Then last week happened:
|Change from Two Weeks Ago||-0.3|
|Change from Last Week||+0.9|
|Lost So Far||27.4|
I felt pretty good about the 195 day, but it was only a temporary dip and now I’m skirting the danger zone again. Though I don’t feel like the Switch is actually off, it’s kinda flickering a bit, and that still has me worried. Worse, entering what I eat into the Daily Plate is getting harder. It used to come very easily but now I have to drag myself to do it, and that’s never a good sign. The good news is I’ve actually entered data 294 days in a row now. And I’m positive that’s made a huge difference this time around. But how much longer will I do it? I can’t imagine I’ll do it forever. Nothing lasts forever, except for that one fruitcake we keep passing around every Christmas.