I lost 4.2 pounds this week (last week? I don't know, I weigh on Mondays. Whatever). For once, the Weight Watchers computer didn't bitch at me.
You know why?
Because the prior two weeks in a row? I lost a BIG FAT NOTHING. The Weight Watchers computer program was probably all like, "Bout time, Fattie McLala!"
At any rate, I'm tired of it. Exhausted by it.
I was watching The Biggest Loser the other night when Jillian was yelling at that chick on the Red Team (can't remember her name and don't care) about how she understood the SCIENCE behind losing weight and OBVIOUSLY this red girl didn't understand the SCIENCE and that's how she KNOWS Red girl cheated. I totally believe the girl cheated, don't get me wrong, but even though I really love Jillian and how she is both overtly loud and sincere, I don't think the "science" is real.
I mean, I GET calories in/calories out. I totally do. It's not hard, it's not confusing, and it makes complete sense. To that end, I know exactly how many Points I'm supposed to eat based upon what Weight Watchers tell me. I don't fudge the scale because why would I cheat myself? I don't fudge my food either. If I eat it, I record it and that's it. There are days that are really great and days that are abject failures and either way, I'm okay with it. I don't mess around because I'm serious and sincere about what I'm doing. Otherwise, what's the point?
That being said? Sometimes the scale likes me and sometimes it doesn't. I can do everything exactly the same two weeks in a row and one week lose 4 pounds and the next week lose nothing. I think that just kind of happens and I don't think I can control that.
I also think I really don't want this to become a weight loss blog (God, can you IMAGINE?) so I won't post about this a lot or anything. I just had to get that off my chest. I'd rather it came off my hiney, but whatever.