And then I look at my actual numbers, and find that I’ve gained a whole pound…or two… and it’s like someone has popped my metaphorical balloon. And I hear I’m “up to a little bit” and relax because I must be about where I thought I’d be on the scale. No big deal, except whether it’s one pound or ten–that’s “up a little bit.” So I go in regretting the extra french fries I ate the night before and expecting to have gained half a pound or so. But lately–like, for 3 or 4 weeks in a row–I’ve been hearing the same thing: “You’re up a little bit this week.” And they’ll tell you exactly how much you’ve lost in a week, which is exciting. They don’t announce out loud how much you weigh, which is nice. One of the few things–well, the only thing, probably, that annoys me about the staff at my local Weight Watchers is what they do when I’ve gained weight. I’ve been really depressed about my dieting, too, which I think has also made it hard to sit down and write something. I’ve had a busy few days with errands and relatives and parties and just life in general.
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