Week 1 Check In- Better Late Than Never, Right?
Friday, April 15, 2011
As promised, I'm starting over everything- and keeping track of my weight a bit differently, too. My ticker now reflects the bathroom scale weight. My official weekly weigh in's, however, are going to continue to go by the Wii scale. That's what I started out on, so that's what I'm going to keep doing it on. And this way I can keep track of both in a tangible way.
The Wii finally sorted itself out, I think- it weighed me at 162.5 this week, a nine pound loss. Let's just hope it doesn't randomly shoot back up next week. That also puts me very close to the 160 goal, FINALLY, which is exciting. The other thing- it means I also finally hit the 50 pound mark in loss and I am officially more than halfway to my goal weight. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY~!
On the other hand, the bathroom scale weighed me at 180.6 (if I remember correctly, the lappy decided to overheat and I lost the notepad doc that had the weigh in on it), which is a .4 pound gain. I -did- get below 180 on that scale this past week, but clearly it didn't stick. I'm hoping that this week I'm going to be able to break it again and not bounce back up.
Also! I went to 99 the other day and had a new menu item- Grilled Balsamic Chicken & Iceberg Wedge. It has it listed as 520 calories, but I had them not put the bleu cheese crumbles in there because I don't like it, so it was a bit less than that. Anyway. It's chicken, steamed broccoli, and a big chunk of lettuce... it was delicious. Just saying. It was definitely a nice option, being that almost everything else on the menu was over 1,000 calories. Kind of sickening, really.
On that note, I really need to stop going out to eat with my mother. Every single time I order water for my drink, she makes fun of me. Every time. And then acts put out when my feathers get understandably ruffled, because I'm "taking everything so seriously." She then proceeds to order a ton of food and eats all of it. Really? Don't make fun of me just because I'm doing something about my weight, especially when you're about to inhale over 1,500 calories in one sitting. I understand that she's not ready. Really, I do. But she doesn't have to try to bring me down with her.