…and then there was this time I lost 3.4# and cried on the scale

By now, you’re used to my TMI moments.

And by now, you remember that I was SO CLOSE to being under 200, and then sabotaged myself with bacon toffee.

Well. THIS WEEK. THIS happened:


For those of you who are unfamiliar with the little Weight Watchers stickers they give you at weigh-in, this is what that means:

  1. Man Wt = Current weight
  2. +/- = Amount weight lost or gained since last weigh-in (for me, that’s last Thursday)
  3. Total = Total weight loss to date
  4. DPT = Daily Points Target (i.e., how much I’m allowed to eat)

Ignore the fact that the total line reads 91 (hooooly shit!), but, um, do you see the number on the Man Wt line?


I. Am. Under. 200. Pounds.


But, not only that…it’s the first time I’ve been under 200 pounds in my ENTIRE ADULT LIFE.

Yup. Now y’all know EXACTLY how much I weigh, but at this point, I don’t really care. (TMI moment brought to you by DK Gets Fit. You’re welcome.)

But, let me backtrack just a bit.

After Bacopalypse (aka, Bacon Toffee Terrorism), I knew something had to change. That’s when I sat down with Dean, and we worked out a new fitness and nutrition plan that I could live with (more on that coming up!!). And when I commit to something, I’m all in. So after a full week on Dean’s plan, I actually gained half a pound, and was piiiiissed. But I stuck with it for another week, and I lost big—to the tune of 3.4#, which rarely happens with me at this point in my weight loss. Now, I know 3.4# probably isn’t a sustainable rate to lose in the long-term, but damn if it didn’t make me happy yesterday.

I knew I had lost some weight, but I wasn’t sure if my scale at home would match up with the scale at the WW center.

So I get to the WW center, and immediately make Jennifer come over and weigh me in. I was trying to decide if I wanted to do the DK sexy striptease at the scale (sometimes, when we get soooooo close to a goal, it’s okay to take off your bra, and maybe your top layer, too…). I decided not to. I had gotten up early to go for a run and get my sweat on pre-weigh-in. So when I got to the center, whatever happened happened, and I knew I had done everything I could have done that week.

I hop on, and the WW scale matched my home scale, and I had a huge smile on my face before Jennifer could even record it (she knew I had stepped on the scale, and kept saying “asshole!” under her breath…I think she wanted it to be a surprise for me, hahaha!). Of course, when I saw that number, I didn’t even realize how much weight I lost that week, but that the number was in the HUNDREDS. There’s a ONE at the beginning of my weight now, not a TWO!

Victory fist pumping ensued.

Then a big hug from Jen, where I started laughing, and then cry-laughing, and then full-on crying.

And then I made all the other receptionists there cry, too.

I did NOT think I would be THAT emotional. Good lord.

But then all through the meeting, all I could really think about was telling Dean how I finally accomplished that goal. I didn’t have his phone number, so I couldn’t text him. And his schedule at ACF on Thursdays was spotty. I took a chance, and went directly from my meeting to ACF to track him down. He was there (thank god!), and I told him and Kevin (who was also there), and we had a mini party in the ACF office. It felt really awesome to share that with him.

And then later that evening….

Gold star!
Gold star!

…and any of you who are part of the ACF Facebook group, now you all know what that gold star was for. 😀

So my next goal is to not gain it back next week. I’m under 200, and I intend to stay there.

Also, 100 is JUST around the corner. So I’m not going to do a before and now retrospective at the moment…gotta save that for NINE MORE POUNDS!!


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