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So I’ve been weighing myself every week to see how I’m doing on the whole weight loss thing, usually on a Sunday or Monday morning. I always do it the same way: I go to the bathroom, strip down to nothing, take any hairbands or jewelry off, exhale deeply, think light, floaty thoughts, and step on the scale. And I’ve been liking what I’ve been seeing. As of Wednesday– after four days of holiday-induced eating of whatever I wanted, mind you – I was down fifteen pounds.
I’ve been doing great since Wednesday, sticking to my plan completely and totally. I feel like I’ve lost a couple of pounds. But I’m afraid that if I see good results on the scale tomorrow morning, my stomach will convince my brain to go crazy in Las Vegas next week.
When I get to Vegas I’ll have roughly three weeks left to go in the DietBet.com blogger contest. I know how my thinking usually goes. I’ll try to talk myself into it this way: “So, you know, you did so great on week one that if you just try not to gain anything in Vegas, you’ll be fine – you’ll totally be able to lose the 7.7 pounds in the rest of the time. Have a little fun! It’s Vegas!”
Which would be really stupid. I need to lose two pounds a week to get safely over the 7.7 pound goal. If I didn’t lose anything in Vegas, I’d have to lose almost 2.6 pounds each of the other three weeks! And while that’s totally possible (I lost six pounds in the two weeks before Christmas), it’s not something I’m willing to risk cold hard cash on.
So, I need to stay on track in Las Vegas. I can’t just say “screw it” – as I am prone to doing – and count on making it up later. I. Can. Not.
But, I’m dying to know if I’ve lost anything this week. So I’ll probably weigh myself in the morning. Oy.
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