Tonight was the first weigh in since the first weigh in. The first one that shows results. After the first weigh in I weighed myself on our scale at home, which put me at 4 lbs heavier than official scale A. According to that scale, as of yesterday morning, butt naked, I've lost 5 pounds. So going in to this weigh in today I was expecting at least 2 pounds, but hopefully closer to 4. So imagine my surprise when I stepped on and weighed .8 pounds less than I did a week ago. Not 8 pounds, POINT 8 pounds!!! I looked at the lady and said "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" To which she replied, "Well at least you lost SOME and didn't GAIN any!" I just looked at her. If you know me, I'm sure you can imagine my facial expression. Then she said, "would you like me to write it on your card for you?" I said whatever and kind of tossed it to her. I feel like I should apologize to her for my bad attitude, if only I knew who she was. I wanted to break into tears right there. The team member I went with lost 12 pounds. I kept my emotions under control, while listening to a girl talk about how she ate a bag of chips today and has had dessert and still lost 2.2 lbs. I tried to be excited for them on the ride home. As soon as I walked in my door I took of my coat and my boots, stood on MY scale wearing exactly what I had worn not 15 minutes before, and it said I've lost 3 pounds. How does this make sense???? Their scales are fucked up, that's how. They were even talking about how they need to check them, because some people have lost a ton of weight, and others haven't lost any. But then, another team member text me, and said she lost 9 lbs. She also uses scale A. I don't get it. But they need to check their shit. There's money on the line and I have a team counting on me, and for me to bust my ass all week, loose at least 3 pounds, and then have a scale say I've only lost POINT 8 pounds is so not cool.
All of my motivation, all of my confidence, all of my excitement, all of my give a fuck flew out the window. I've worked my ass off for a week for POINT 8 pounds. I've stuck with it without cheating through a very busy and very stressful week at work for POINT 8 freaking pounds. Chris and my mom tried to make me feel better by saying I know I've lost weight and I feel good about myself and that's all that matters. Well I still feel like a fat ass, except now my body hurts everywhere and all I want is a brownie, and that doesn't exactly help my team out in the competition. I'm going to email them and ask them to check their equipment. If they are holding a competition with money on the line, they need to make sure their equipment works.
Anyways, after I stopped crying and realized life wouldn't be over if I just ate something, I made a really yummy dinner. Fish tacos (fish leftover from last night) with 2 whole wheat tortillas, low fat sour cream, mango salsa, and avocado.
Here are some oh so true words of wisdom to end the night...
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