So I weighed in last night and...I lost 3.5 pounds. Pessimist Dona says: Inconclusive. That 3.5 pounds could be due to the cold I had last week, and so yesterday I had 3.5 pounds less phlegm than I did the previous Monday. Optimist Dona says: Woo! 3.5 pounds is like, totally 1.2% of my body weight! This rawks!

Really, 3.5 pounds is nothin'. Even the receptionist lady who weighed me in was all, "So, you've been doing the program?" And I was like, "More or less," because I couldn't say, "No, bitch, I've been eating pie with every meal for the last week, except the pie tasted exactly like baby carrots! Can you believe that!?" And then during the meeting, the leader was all talking about how even once you reach your goal weight and start maintaining, your weight can fluctuate 5-7 pounds in the course of a week. It can even fluctuate 3 pounds in the course of a day. The point of this was to show us the the goals we set should be loose enough to accomodate fluctuation, and you know, you shouldn't necessarily set your sights on fitting back into your prom dress because that might not be reasonable. But for me, the whole talk just emphasized that my small weight loss could be one of these weekly fluctuations, and isn't necessarily a result of all of the baby carrots and baby spinach I've eaten in the last week. I'm sure some of the other women there had smaller changes than I, so I wonder if they felt the same way--like any loss under 5 pounds was inconsequential. And since WW is designed to help you lose 2 pounds or less a week, I guess I'll have to stick with the program for another while and see what happens. Evil corporate bastards, that's just what they want me to do.

The leader also announce that "The Duchess" will be in town today, and she (the leader, J.) had been invited to a luncheon in her honor. A lot of women there gasped when she said "The Duchess" but it took me a minute to figure out that she was talking about Fergie. I didn't realize that Fergie was still a WW spokesperson. J. is going to report back next week what Fergie is up to, and what she ate for lunch today. I'm not sure why I'm supposed to care.

I celebrated my first weigh-in (and loss, woo!) by eating out. I went to EZs and got the Alamo Bowl, one of my favorite restaurant meals. It's a big bowl of rice, refried black beans and grilled chicken, garnished with goat cheese and some kind of tasty secret-ingredient salsa (which prevents me from making this at home--I can't figure out what makes it so tasty). It was good. I couldn't count the points exactly because I'm not yet familiar enough with portion sizes to tell the difference between 1/2 a cup of beans and a cup of beans, but it really didn't matter. My Flex points started over today, and I came no where near to eating them all last week. I finished the night off with a slice of devil's food cake from Central Market, which was good too. And it was nice to go to bed feeling really satisfied.

288/284.5/260