I get up at 6:30 and go walking with Karen. I love leaving when it’s dark and seeing the sky lighten by the time we hit Central Park. I’m hoping that by walking before weigh-in my weight might be lowered.
I come home, put on my weight watchers “outfit” and go to class. Last week there was a rumor that one of the two check-in scales was slightly lower than the other. I query some early arrivers as to which scale was registering the lower weight and no one can remember so I decide to try them both and see. I get on the first scale and check-in. Then I ask if I can get on the second scale. I do, and Robyn consults with the first check-in lady and then smiles and tells me that the weights are exactly the same. And, she adds, congratulations, you are down 1.2 pounds, for a total to date of 10.6 pounds. She gives me a star. I feel good. But then, the first check-in person looks at me somberly and says, “We can’t do this every week.” “Do what every week?” I ask. “Weigh-in on two scales,” she says. This is the first and only time I’ve done it and now that I know that both scales are equally calibrated why would I ever need to do a double weigh-in again? I hate when people do this. Take a singular act and expand it into many. I decide that I don’t like the first check in lady and in the future will be checking in with the more cheerful Robyn.
My new weight allows me to now eat 18 points a day (down from 19 last week). It is impossible to go below 18 points. That means I’ve now reached rock bottom. I like it here!
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