Who would have thought such a small increment could be so disappointing. Up .2 pounds. I thought for sure I would be down. The scale at home looked promising. I jumped in the shower and got G together.
I'll meet my Mom over at Weight Watchers. Why not? I missed Monday's meeting since I had to take G to the doctor's. I should go today so I don't miss an entire week. Plus, it will motivate me to pay attention through the weekend.
That was my thought process this morning. It all went downhill from there. Construction. Construction. Construction. Ugg! Brush it off. You're going to have a great weigh-in.
Not so much. Up .2 pounds. Which really? Is nothing. I just hate to see the scale going up. Again. And again. And...well you get the picture. I really shouldn't be surprised. Especially since I ate not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 pieces of pizza for dinner last night. Dinner that doesn't even occur until after 8 pm.
I've got to get back on the ball. Thirteen pounds until I'm back at goal.