Week 2

Let's face it - the easy road ended & it seems like it is all uphill from now on. In the snow. Both ways. You get the idea.
My second week on ww went reasonably well - but nothing was showing up on the scale. I admit, we enjoyed "fun food night", but neither of us went off the deep end.
I struggled* the weekdays most of all - no idea why. I just did. And it apparently showed on the scale. Two days before my weigh in, I was UP a pound. Really? That just put me in a bad mood and then made me sad. Then, a day before weigh in, I was exactly the same as the week before on the scale. Nice. This just sucked. So I hit it hard and hoped for the best. I confessed to my husband the night before that I was showing zero loss - he made me feel better that he had struggled all year, but lost 30 or so lbs. The "it is a marathon not a sprint" comment reminded me that he was also in the "race". I justified a zero loss in my head as I went to bed (hungry).
The morning of the weigh in, my scale said that I lost a pound overnight. (note: WHERE DOES IT GO?!) Knowing that I weigh in at home on my scale, naked means NOTHING when I'll have to weigh in at ww on 1 of 3 scales with clothes & shoes on. I swallowed my pride & went anyway - after all, being there is half the battle. I had hoped for a 1 lb loss, but the ww scale showed as only a .6 lb loss. Ugh - in a week I had managed to lose just over half a pound. Pathetic in my book. But I smiled as the staff still said - "good job" and "slowly but surely". So far, we've been "kinda" good, and I know I got all my water in today (ask my husband how annoying I was running to public bathrooms all day).

*sidebar: I also struggled with "girl stuff" this week (and it will also be an issue in the future) so I know that sabotaged at least .4 lbs. Stinks to be a girl sometimes.