I’ve been in the same 1.5-pound window for eight weeks. I’m not pretending I don’t know why.
Work has been ugly, and Wednesday I got home late, poured a glass of wine while making dinner, then had a second while cleaning up. I wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t even that hungry. But I stood at the counter and finished the cold noodles off my kid’s plate and ate two crackers with cheese.
Thursday scale was up a pound and I was so irritated I almost skipped logging it. I did log it, mostly because I promised myself no more fiction.
The annoying part is I can white-knuckle the day and then hand the deficit back at 8 p.m. I’m not looking for a scolding or a magic fix.
This week I’m trying seltzer in the wine glass and brushing my teeth right after dinner. Has anyone else had the evening drink be the sneaky thing keeping the scale parked?