I don't think I mentioned it, but, I participated in this year's No Gain Challenge at Day Job. Wait, I should have said last year's. No, I was right the first time. No? Yes? I am so confused, anyway, the challenge started with a weigh-in before Thanksgiving and ended with a weigh-out yesterday. The goal of the challenge was to gain no more than two pounds over the course of the holidays, and, apparently this is an achievable goal.
For some people.
For the girl who eats all the Christmas cookies, pound upon pound of mint chocolate fudge, enough sage dressing to stuff three turkeys (although, there were only two), and her own body weight in assorted chocolates...not so much.
The reading on the scale yesterday sent me into hyperventilation mode. I did not think it was physically possible to gain as much weight as the scale said that I did. Not in six-to-eight- weeks, anyway.
So, I went home, and I stewed about it.
Were my clothes fitting more tightly? Well, yes, a little. My yoga pants are definitely a lot less stretchy and a lot more stretched, but, that much weight? No, weigh (Ha! See what I did there?)!
So, I blew the dust off my own scale and hopped on. The number on my scale was a lot less hyperventilation-inducing than the scale at Day Job. So, this morning, I whined to the coordinator and made her re-weigh me on a different scale in a different location in the building (hard floor vs. carpeting) and, the number coordinated with the number on my scale at home.
The coordinator went "Huh, that's weird", and adjusted my final weight accordingly.
Except for the part where I gained three pounds, which means I failed at the challenge.
Three pounds of gain vs. eight pounds of gain...yeah, I'll take it.
Rest assured, however, New Year's Resolution #2 (Eat clean, for a year) is well underway.