Week Thirteen: Not sure what week this is...

I'm calling this week 13. Maybe it's 14. That whole missing a meeting on Christmas has really messed me up here. Regardless of what we call it, it's been another week and it feels good to get back into some sort of routine again. It was so fun to go back to my meeting and see my friends again. I hope we're a typical group and that every Weight Watchers meeting group loves each other like family. We had a little party-type meeting where we ate fruit and chatted about our holiday. I brought some of my favorite granola bars to share. They were a hit. Click here for the recipe if you're wondering. They're 3 points plus if you make them according to the recipe. I slimmed it a bit and made them 2 points. We had a great meeting and talked about the challenges and our victories over the holidays. Most people were pretty happy to have gained just a little or stay about the same weight. It made me feel a little better knowing that most people didn't lose 5 pounds over that little break we had. I honestly was hoping to see 3 or 4 pounds lost since it had been 2 weeks since I weighed in but wasn't very hopefully because my scale at home wasn't budging! I felt a victory over my 172 barrier but apparently my body wanted to test me and stick at 169 for a while. I did end up losing 0.8 pounds taking me from 169.8 to 169 pounds. Not very awesome sounding. This is why I love meetings. Instead of feeling bad for my wussy little number, I realized that every holiday season of my whole life I end up gaining a few pounds and then holding onto them and regretting it every summer. So losing weight (even a tiny bit) over the holidays was actually a victory. It kind of set me back on track and I am more focused than ever. I also realize that my body is getting smaller and therefore the pounds are going to be coming off a little slower. But inside I am frustrated. Imagine running a marathon. You run 25 miles and are making good time. Then at about 25 1/2 miles you decide to walk. You can kind of see the finish line, but it's still a bit far. But for some reason, you just have to walk. Slowly. All the way to the finish.
Then reason enters back into my brain. Just because you walk at the end of a marathon doesn't mean you won't finish it. It's still 26.2 miles no matter how fast you go. As long as you finish the race. Hmm...makes me excited for my 5K.

My Progress:
Week one:   4.6 lost
Week two:   2.2 lost
Week three: 0.8 lost
Week four:   2.2 lost
Week five:    3.2 lost
Week six:     1.6 lost
Week seven: 2.2 lost
Week eight:  1.2 lost
Week nine:   2.0 lost
Week ten:    3.4  lost
Week eleven: 0.4 gained
Week twelve: 2.6 lost
Week thirteen?: 0.8 lost

Total: 26.4 pounds lost!