Monday, September 19, 2005
apples are good when you are on a diet. the big apple is not.
(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.