And then I weigh-in this week. I spent a long weekend in WI with the full family. I tracked everything I ate. I turned down the ice cream at the Windmill in Tomahawk when the family stopped there after a day at Jim Peck's Wildwood. I had a considerable amount of activity. I weighed in yesterday: a plateau. No loss, no gain. 0.0 lbs lost.
WTF? Seriously?!
It's these weigh-ins that infuriate me. I followed the plan and saw no results. I guess you can look at it and say that at least I didn't gain while I was on vacation. I don't care. I sulked through the entire WW meeting because I was so royally pissed off.
Anyway, I'm on an absolute mission this week to lose. I golf in a league every Tuesday night, and instead of pushing my clubs on a cart this week, I carried my clubs for the extra calorie burn. I'm focusing on trying to drink a lot more water each day. I'm not sure what the rest of my plan is yet, but I'm making that number go down again, dammit.
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