I went to Weight Watchers this morning. I haven't been in two weeks -- one week the class was canceled because of the snow. I forget why I didn't go last weekend -- probably laziness! Oh no...now I remember. I had Papa John's pizza and cheesesticks PLUS wine the night before I was supposed to weigh in.
I had no expectations this morning. I hurt my calf a couple of weeks ago, so I haven't been able to do much exercise. Plus, I ate out a lot last week. On Friday, I ate out for breakfast, lunch AND dinner. (When I say ate out, I mean my work cafeteria for breakfast and lunch and Panera for dinner -- not exactly 4-star restaurants!)
My expectations were so low, I even wore jeans. I still managed to lose .4 lbs. That's not the best weight loss ever, but considering that jeans are pretty heavy and I had recently eaten like crap, that isn't too shabby! Yay me!
After weighing in, checking out a reception place with Simon and eating Burger King for lunch (yikes!), I went to the gym with Kelly for a personal training session. I told our personal trainer that I didn't want to be able to turn my steering wheel afterward. She definitely delivered! I hope I can barely hold a pen tomorrow.