Weigh in eve is an ominous night in this household. We teeter on the precipice of joy or sorrow - the entire mood of the weekend is determined by the three numbers that pop up on that scale (maybe I need to re-read my 'Power' post!!).
I was a nervous wreck thinking about it, hoping for the best, but dreading the worst. I struggled to fall asleep and when I finally did I ended up dreaming about weigh in. I dreamed I was trying desperately to weigh in, but no matter how hard I tried, I kept falling off the scale. I moved the scale all over, trying to find a place where I could weigh in, but not matter where I tried I couldn't hold my balance and I would fall off. Finally, I was able to prop myself up and hold myself steady enough to weigh in...the scale said 432 lbs. I was distraught...and when I woke up I actually had tears running down my face.
Yes, I realize I seem to have serious psychological problems for which I need to seek help.
When I woke up with tears running down my face I thought two things 1) I am very strange and need help and 2) I better get this weigh in over. So weigh in I did, and.......
A loss of 4.4 lbs. this week, a total of 10.2 lbs. lost.
I was thrilled!
The mountain is a moving!