When I pledged to make 2012 my best year yet, little did I know my resolve would be tested so quickly. Yet that’s exactly what happened when I got on the scale Tuesday morning for the last Romance’s Biggest Winner weigh-in.
I was actually looking forward to WI, expecting to see some good progress. Boy, was I wrong.
The scale said I was up — 1.4 pounds up, to be exact. After two days of tracking every bite (and consuming less than 20 carbs a day), I couldn’t believe it. So I let the scale reset, then hopped on again.
I considered letting it get me down. That’d be my usual MO: Scale = mood.
But this is a new year. Instead, I took a little extra time in the shower, luxuriating in the massaging spray. Then, when I got to Starbucks for writing time, I took my time savoring my drink.
I also continued tracking everything I ate — and didn’t eat anything I’d be ashamed to report.
A few hours later, at work, I discovered the reason for my weight gain: TOM strikes again.
Bleah. Oh well — at least I should see progress next week. Not in time to help out my RBW team, but that’s just the way it has to be. TOM waits for no competition.