The day before my most recent weigh-in was one of those days when one questionable decision leads to many. The result was on the scale: For the first time since October, I’d gained weight from one Weight Watchers weigh-in to the next.
I was up 1.6 pounds. It all started with a single doughnut hole. It ended with me snacking on shredded wheat squares out of the box just before bedtime, which a really bad idea with a weigh-in the next morning.
The new, more forgiving and Oprah-fied Weight Watchers is trying to squelch the self-recrimination that some people feel when they have a less-than-desirable weigh-in. That makes sense to me. Nothing encourages an emotional eater to eat more than guilt does. It’s more important to set it aside and refocus anew.
Which is what I did with a walk around New York, from our place on the Upper West Side to the Bryant Park-Public Library area and then to Times Square for a show. My weather app said it was 18 degrees, but felt 1 degree with the wind chill. So I bundled up and it was fine. And by mid-day, I’d already walked almost 4 1/2 miles.