Getting on the scale with my eyes squinched shut and fingers crossed, breath held (oh no, wait, that probably adds a few ounces, yes?) and then I hear the beep-beep that signals the weight is recorded, and holy macaroni, this morning I saw 224 - that's a 2.2 pound loss. I jumped for joy! (I now know that my last weigh in of 231, was a holiday weekend bloat.) I was truly surprised - as I had been hovering around 225 all weekend - and then I ate potato chips and ice cream in the SAME DAY! I swear riding the bicycle the night before a weigh in is what is giving me such good results. Actually, it's ME who is giving me such good results. I can treat my body well, or I can over-feed it and not move it enough, and gain weight. 'Tis always the way.
I am reading Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg right now (delightful, by the way) and there is a character named Evelyn who is overweight and hates it (if you saw the movie, it was Kathy Bates' character). She joins Weight Watchers, and there is a passage describing how she has been perfect for 9 days, she feels tall and thin, graceful, powerful and in control, and will never eat anything ever again unless it is crisp and fresh. Funny to realize that this is a universal feeling. I always think it is just me - reaching that euphoric feeling of success when I do what I think I should it has been true for ages. When we push ourselves and work hard and meet our goals - especially health goals - it is the most empowering feeling in the world. I must sustain this momentum, I never want to see 230 again.
Oh, and I didn't even tell you about San Francisco. It was fabulous, of course. Lots of walking, talking, eating and laughter. We went to a really nice dinner Saturday night - and the highlights of the meal were a goat cheese fondue appetizer, and a make your own s'more dessert, where there is a bowl of melted chocolate and a bowl of warm melty marshmallows. Oof. Not the healthiest, but I straightened up on Sunday. And, drum roll, please - I worked out before work! Miracle! Not a really long work out, but exercise, nonetheless. And I had a little moment at the water for my Dad. A lovely weekend. I am glad to be staying put at home for the summer - I've had enough airports for a while. No more traveling until November, thank goodness. Back to work, now! Hope everyone had a successful week!