(No, things this weekend did not go so out of control that I tried either to hijack this ice cream truck or to cram this candy store into my face.)
The trip to New York marked the most lax I have been about my diet since it began. Indeed, I had so strongly presumed that the result would be a weight gain for this week that I was all ready to write a post titled "Baby Got (set)Back" about how penitent I was for my weekend sins. Instead, though, my losing streak continues for the 17th consecutive week.
It is important to note that, as my digital scale measures in fifths of a pound, this is the smallest detectable weight loss. And even then, basically undeserved. I've not been tracking lately--instead, I've basically been paying Online Weight Watchers just to let me enter my weight into their system every week. I don't think not tracking has necessarily been a bad thing, especially since the linearity of the graph I posted a couple weeks ago frankly freaked me out. However, in the spirit of renewed committment, I have resolved that this week I will dutifully record everything I eat in the system, even if I'm not going to worry about points as closely as I used to.
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imagine the kind of models that can be run on all those data collected (e.g., the effect of total sugar consumed on total weight loss, the effect of chicken products, beef products, celerey sticks, cheese (foreign and domestic), endless possibilities!).
At what point do you decide if you're dwindling away vs losing weight? ie what is your weight-loss goal?
RWS/Anon 7:50pm: Let's see where we are with my next update, and I might be posting more about My Goal Weight.
RWS: Congratulations on keeping your own streak going!
Wow, I can't believe you managed to continues to lose weight, congrats!!
screw weight loss. look at all that candy!!! so pretty! why didn't you tell me that you went to an awesome candy store? with a creepy giant rabit? and beautiful lollipops? i would have been totally flipped out and singing loudly about how the candy man can cuz he mixes it with love.
mister softee, on the other hand, does not look as appealing. more like a lipstick wearing cone of poo. this may be unfair. i have to confess that i have always been scared of ice cream trucks.
on a different subject: the photographic evidence of your trip suggests that you don't have a preference for the shoulder you carry your satchel across. i always have the strap slung across my right shoulder with the bag hanging by my left hip. i admire your flexibility.
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