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I was dreading going to my meeting yesterday. I was not excited to meet my first gain. This past week was not the picture of weight loss success.

I told my friend, “I don’t even know why I am going to Weight Watchers today. I KNOW I gained weight.”

 ”You don’t know that.” He replied.

“Oh, no. I KNOW!” I said, and rolled my eyes rather snottily. It was a little mean. I’m a bit short and hormonal. He just shook his head and told me to go. So I did. Didn’t want to.  Wanted to stay home. I grumbled all the way to the meeting.

I go, stand in line, took my little weight tracker out of its plastic sleeve, and stared wistfully at the -8.4. I didn’t want it to be higher!

The lady in front of me was debating what Fruities to buy  while her son was screaming about chocolate.  I almost slid right out the door as soon as he turned on his ridiculous beeping Wii or whatever the kids are playing these days.

“I’m sorry! I can take you!” The nice receptionist said. So, begrudgingly, I stand on the scale.

She starts printing out my weight sticker, when suddenly I yelled.. “OH CRAP! I forgot to take my keys out of my pocket. And those weigh, like 10 pounds!”  Yes, those were my exact words. I reach in my pocket and pull out my key chain that holds precisely 3 keys. ”OK! Do it again!”  I step back on the scale, and exhale, in case, you know, the oxygen in my lungs will add extra weight.

The receptionist did not hide her smirk and handed  my tracker back to me. I peek at it with one eye closed, expecting to see a gain of 264903458934 pounds (Damn you, butter!) and wouldn’t you know? I’m down .8!  Happy day!

 ”Oh WOW!” I said, ” I thought I gained!”

 The receptionist smiled back “You really don’t think those keys made that much of a difference, do you?”

Sweet.

This weeks lesson- if you want to see a loss, follow the program!  It’s not always going to be like that!

And yes, yes I am happy to see you.