You can probably guess the next part . . .
Two pounds (Scalegod said 179.4 this morning), and I've had two good WW days. In a row.
Yay!!!
There's a hitch in the foreseeable future though . . . Saturday the 17th has a red circle around it . . . can I stick to the FlexPoints plan AND get my period all in the same week? Tune in tomorrow for the continuing saga . . .
And speaking of continuing sagas . . . it's Ugly Confession time!
I didn't go to my WW meeting last night. Not because I was afraid of the scale. Not because I was busy. Not even because I was too tired.
I didn't go to my WW meeting last night because I was avoiding someone.
When I went to my first meeting, the night I signed up, I met a lovely young woman who was nicely friendly and -- since she was working on her lifetime status -- she sort of took me under her wing, veteran to newbie. She is nice. She has never been anything but nice. And I enjoy seeing her at the meetings, catching up on the week, commiserating, etc. But WW is really the only thing we have in common. And lately she's been pushing for getting together outside of the meetings.
And I don't know how to say no! Last Wednesday she asked me for my phone number. I managed to not have to give it to her because she asked me when we were thick in the milieu in front of the scales. So I avoided it that time. Then she asked me again as we were walking out to our cars but it was so freeeeeking cold out that I was able to brush it off with "too cold, next time" noises.
I am 41 years old and I have never learned a graceful way to say no to this kind of thing. And I don't want to go through the whole social dance -- you know, where I give her my phone number and she calls and I come up with a reason why I can't and she says "maybe next time" and the next time I come up with another reason why I can't -- rinse & repeat until she stops calling.
Not only do I not like the social dance routine, but it seems crueler, somehow, than just being upfront.
Except that I can't come up with an uncruel way to get out of it up front, either.
So now I have to find a new meeting night.
That sucks, because I love the Wednesday night leader.
But it doesn't suck as much as I do, does it?
*sigh*
~~ upon further reflection ~~
I didn't mean to come across as all "Oh I've got so many damn friends I just don't need another one." It's practically the opposite, actually.
I'm a hermit.
I didn't used to be. But then, I didn't used to have such a nauseatingly happy homelife, either. Our little townhouse (aka The Nest) is my favorite place in the whole wide world. And between working full time, the commute-from-hell, working out 3 nights a week, an hour a week at WW, and the various and sundry other necessary tasks of modern life, it feels like I'm never home.
Which makes no sense at all because I am here. I mean, I'm almost always here! Yet it never feels like enough.
Then there's the writer thing. I may not currently be cranking out the prose -- but all of my instincts are still intact. I spend a lot of time in my own head. And I get all stressed out and jangled when I'm required to be more social than my nature.
So yes, I have friends, but just a few and they're not so much friends as family . . . hmmmmm . . .
And then there's you guys who basically -- and please don't take this the wrong way -- are inside my head. ::giggle::
I mean, I come to this blog -- which is pretty much the only writing I'm doing these days -- and you're all here! How cool is that?
I really am becoming a convert of this whole blogging process.
Tonight, for instance. Writing this all out led me to The Answer.
Next Wednesday, I go to my usual meeting. If she asks me again for my phone number, I give it to her -- with an explanation of my hermit-tendencies. That way, I am being up front and I'm not just saying "no" and then the ball's sort of in her court.
And that's about as close to a graceful "no" as I'm liable to get at this point in time.