Boo. Remember how excited I was back here when I finally hit the 30lbs mark? I promptly took a week off the next week and gained FOUR POUNDS! Now, I didn't actually think it was possible to gain four pounds in one week. I mean, even at the ends of my pregnancies where I was eating everything in sight and finishing off with a liter of Mt Dew at each meal, I never gained four pounds in one tiny little week. But, apparently it IS possible, and I'm the proof. The proof is in the pudding, or rather, on my outer thighs.
So five weeks later, I have finally re-lost enough to hit the thirty pound mark again. And I know it happens to everyone, and my leader was nice and supportive, but it was still really embarrassing. And not to beat a dead horse, but I still don't know how it happened. I mean, I took one week off! And to be totally honest, I don't think I went too too crazy. I ate the things I wanted to eat, and yes, I did finish off at least a dozen cupcakes, but I sort of did that a lot before WW. What am I going to do in Guam, where there is no WW? And even if there were, I can't spend the rest of my life paying forty bucks a month to lose two pounds. I've been doing this for thirty four weeks now. That's LESS THAN A POUND A WEEK. And worse, it's more than ten dollars a pound!!! So I'm not totally sure it's worth it.
Add that to the fact that I consistently work out five or six days a week, and you'll understand my frustration. I think the main problem is that I don't want to look 'good for a mother of three.' I secretly (well, not after this) want to be so skinny that someone says 'Wow, look at that lady, she needs to eat a muffin or something.' I know it's stupid, but I've never been super skinny and I've always wanted to! But it's just not going to happen. I'M STARVING!!!
So here we go into Thanksgiving, with ten pounds of potatoes waiting to be mixed with butter and sour cream in my pantry, and not just one but TWO pies in my freezer. And what some of you might not know (although you MUST if you've ever seen me eat) is that I have ZERO self control. We made brownies a few weeks ago and I thought I ate a few, and Nick opened the container and said 'how many did you eat?!?!' and I answered with what I thought was the truth 'like, two or three?' WRONG! I had eaten SIX BROWNIES without even realizing it! And they weren't even that good! No offense honey. So maybe I need to go to Overeaters Anonymous or something instead of WW. Ugh.
Well, that's enough weight obsession for today. I'll be sure to rant and rave next Wednesday after I've proven that not only can you gain four pounds in one week, you can gain FIVE!!!