Today was of course my weekly WW meeting and weigh-in.
On Monday I completed the final draft of the first real research paper I've ever done. (Thank you so so much to my friends who supported me when I was spinning and couldn't find my way.)
(I never smiled while doing my homework recently. The Peloponnesian War is not funny.)
I'm not going to go into details, but suffice it to say this paper was more than just a paper to me.
I did NOT handle the anxiety I felt over it well these last few weeks. I'm not normally an anxious person and have not yet figured out how to handle it all that well. Yet another goal... :)
Anyway, I had already made peace with my choices of the past week and was ready to accept whatever number came my weigh (har har) at the scale. (Bear with me, my wit starts to hibernate around 10 pm.)
This is me waiting to see my results:
;) (BabyCakes is going to love that one day, I'm sure.)
Color me SHOCKED when the
I may or may not have texted "Booyah! Take that, scale!" to more than one person after my meeting.
The scale has been pretty bitchy lately, you have to admit.
So super-thankful. (Now-please-ww-gods-don't-take-this-away-from-me-next-week!) ;)
Like I've said a million times: It's a new day. It's a new week.
Ancient Greeks are in the past. ;)