Well, today is the day. Twelve weeks ago I joined the office pool. I bet $40 that I could lose 18 lbs by today. It shouldn’t have been too hard, in theory. But for some reason, it wasn’t a bit easy. Did I win Did I lose
According to my scale at home, this morning, I’m a bit shy of my goal. According to the scale at work, I’ve made it with some to spare! How I dislike discrepancy and inconsistency! I’ve weighed at work before, and it’s been close to the home numbers, and sometimes even a bit higher. I was going to surrender my defeat, until I stepped on the work scale. Now I want to doublecheck the home scale. It can’t be off by that much. Can it
The challenge ends today. It’s still today, all day long. Technically, I may still be in the running.
It’s such a head trip, to feel like a failure when a goal isn’t met. I’ve been crabby all week, frustrated that no loss is registering, when it should. It should! Mathematically, it should, considering what I’ve been eating. It doesn’t help when the know-it-all-male-coworker says, “You can do it. Just don’t eat that much.” And proceeds to explain to me that if I only eat X calories a day, I will lose Y pounds. As if I don’t understand that one needs to cut calories to lose weight. Hello, I know exactly what I’m eating, and the math isn’t a simple linear equation. And I’m not a man. And I don’t burn at the same rate. Etc. Very annoying.
Plus, what overweight woman wants to hear ANYBODY lecture her on weight loss My ears are closed. I don’t hear you. lalalalalalalallalalala. Yes. Very annoying. (I should be above this, this quick descent into the mire of annoyance and crabbiness, but regretfully, I’m not.)
I should remind myself that I’m a winner, no matter what, because any loss is a win, in this case, and I have lost a true 15 lbs. Of that much, I am certain. Hooray! That’s excellent! It’s a great thing!
But is it more According to the work scale, it’s a whopping 21 lbs, plus another 1 or 2 for the clothing. Can that be right It’s amazing how happy that made me feel, the thought that I might have lost over 20 lbs. Even if it’s not real, and that scale is off for some magical reason today, my mood escalated when I saw that number. Glee! It was a moment of glee!
I am such a fickle creature.
And I’m going to re-weigh when I get home.
So, I lose but I win and I win because I lose. The work scale was a fluke. The grand total for my effort is 17.5 lbs. Not bad at all. I don’t get to split the winnings, but I can still congratulate myself for doing what I’ve done. Something is better than nothing. Anything is better than nothing. If I continue to plod along, one of these days I shall be fit. And deeeeeeeluxe.
