I weighed in at Weight Watchers this morning and weigh exactly as much as I did last Tuesday. This comes as a relief to me, because I was dead certain I'd regained a pound or two over the weekend thanks to over consumption at our family Memorial Day picnic. I did try to keep moving around during the picnic by strolling around the picnic area, etc and did a lot of heavy duty gardening afterwards, which probably helped.
Of course, there's a tiny voice in the back of my head incessantly chattering about I'm now behind schedule and need to work even harder this week to make up for my momentary weight loss pause. I know I should ignore it but, oh, it is so persistent. "Eat less ... exercise harder ... try for 3 pounds this week ... you didn't lose anything last week ... you need to catch up ..." Oh, the wickedness!
I've lost 6 pounds since May 3, which puts me ahead of schedule considering I was expecting to lose 1 pound a week. I'm doing fine. Trying for 3 pounds is just setting myself up for failure and frustration. So shut up, tiny voice, shut up.