And the scale goes down, down, down...

Woo hoo!!  Another 1.2 pounds gone!

I as stunned because Saturday night, late, my husband and I decided to go get In N Out Burgers.  It's been a really long time since we'd done that, late at night.  And might I say, it tasted good. 

But here's what I'm learning at Weight Watchers-- it's okay.  It's not okay if I do it every day.  But once, was fine.  And I didn't feel guilty.  I really don't want this be a diet and passing on it, would have felt like dieting.  We went to 2 parties over the weekend and I had one drink at each and stuck with the veggies.  Clearly it was worth it.  I got to eat what I really wanted- the burger- rather than simply noshing on things I didn't like because they were there- like the meatballs or wings.  Or drinking all my points. 

I also need to conquer the fear I have of spiraling.  I don't want to be afraid of a cheeseburger.  Like it's the one hit that will lead to dark alleys snarfing down Ben & Jerry's behind dumpsters.  I ate it.  I didn't want another one.  I moved on.  Sunday was another day.

I still haven't hit my 5% goal- but I'm thinking soon.  I like this 5% goal stuff.  With so much to lose, I know it's going to take awhile.  The mini goal stuff at least makes me feel like I'm accomplishing something.  Or at least that it's not impossible.

Matt, the leader, talked about teeny tiny losses- as if he were speaking to me directly.  And even though I wish it were going faster, I have to say I'll take the .8 pound a week I've been losing.  Especially if can go to parties, have some wine and enjoy a cheeseburger from time to time.  If I can make it through the holidays and actually lose a few pounds, then I have no doubt that I can breeze through the spring.

So the scale dropped a little more.  It motivated me just a little more. And I keep on going.