Day 18 (Weigh In Wednesday)

When my Jenny Craig consultant invited me in for our chat I insisted that I get weighed first. I guess I decided that the amount of complaining I would do would be directly related to how much weight I lost or did not lose. So on the scale I went & I am down another 2.1 lbs making the total 7.9 lbs. I was okay with that. We went to the room & I told her that I had a hard week because not one day went by without me not liking one of the meals so I had to substitue on my own. She sympathized but said I did well because I'm down in weight (as opposed to maintaining or gaining).

So I was okay & looking forward to my new week of food (most of which I have had before & know I like)...then Cat (my partner in crime) came out with this cheshire cat grin on her face..."how much weight did you lose?" she asks innocently. I was like "how much weight did you lose?" (last week she got mad at me cuz I lost more, even though I have at least like 25 more pounds to lose than her). She's like "I asked first" so I told her. Then she informed me that she had lost over 5 lbs this week making her total 10.5 lbs!!!! I was/am so jealous. After all not only was she already closer to her goal weight but now she has lost 2.6 lbs more than me in total. Don't get me wrong, I am really happy for Cat (she was just beaming from the news) I just don't understand why I didn't do just as good. So I told her that my new personal goal is to lose more weight than her next week (I'm so competitive, it's sad).

My points of action are as follows:

-substituting skim milk for 1%,

-no lowfat cheese substitutions this week,

-follow jenny craig 100% this week (hopefully I'll like all the meals and not have to create own),

-maybe get some exercise in.

Oh, but one more story. After, I dropped Cat off and went home to lug in my groceries: we had done our weekly shopping after Jenny Craig. I set the bags on the island and was looking for a place to set my purse because the phone was ringing...all of a sudden I hear a crash and I turn around to see my new jar of pickles in a shamble of glass & pickles on the floor. The pickle juice starts to run everywhere and I just feel like crying. Basically I was disappointed after the weigh in & I get so tired of dropping, breaking & spilling things (I'm really clutzy) that this incident just pushed me over the edge. Then as I'm cleaning up the mess the phone rings again; it's Tyler and I'm basically sobbing on the phone about spilt pickles...ah, life can get so retarded sometimes.