Battle of the Bulges

So I know I had a little too much fun at convention last week and to be quite honest toward the end of the week I stopped writing everything down. Bad move, I know. I knew that I was starting fresh today and that no matter what the scale said I’d get back on track this week. I knew I’d probably see a gain…I mean, c’mon - PB Fudge cake, chicken tikka, french fries. Wow, I really did have fun.

I braced myself and got on the scale this morning and I’m up 1.6. That wasn’t the kicker. I was ready for it, kinda. The next part is why I’m so ticked. When I go into work on Tuesdays my co-worker (who is doing ww with me) and I report on our progress. She lost a pound (yay her!). I told her what the scale said for me this morning and one of the guys overheard and said “YOU had a GAIN?”. After I said yes, 1.6 lbs he said “want a Cinnabun?” and then laughed. To which I replied with a not so endearing term, referring to his lower parts (namely where the sun don’t shine). Aaaaah! I know it’s stupid and I probably shouldn’t be so mad, but I’m PMSing AND had a gain. For crying out loud I have been workin’ my ass off at losing this weight!@ I’m not like his perfectly sculpted body (NOT) who has probably never had a weight problem and can eat an entire house without as much as a bloat. Breathe Tina, breathe.

I just talked to one of my other guy friends here who is starting weightwatchers (for the second time and BTW he looks good!) and told him that I gained this week. He was like “no biggie, that’ll come off in the next two weeks because it’s not a real gain”. I LOVE him. Oh and my boss just called and said we can leave at noon. We’ve been going back and forth and last night he said we could leave at 3. But yay! I’m so excited!! July 4th eve, here I come!