I'll see your 4.8 and raise you, um...

Mike lost 4.8 lbs at Weight Watchers this week.

I gained 0.4.

Not terrible, not great. I seem to think that when I work out more or do things like clean out the garage, I deserve more food, a reward if you will. I need to start rewarding my hard work with non-food items, like shoes. (Yes, honey, I need more shoes, I will always, always need more shoes.) Food is not to barter with myself with. It is not a reward. I need to remind myself of this, so that when I do go to the gym or earn some extra calories, I don't go gobbling it down with hoisin sauce.

I am proud of Mike for doing so well this week; he really made an effort not to over-indulge. I'm sure my voice at the restaurant on Friday night (Do you really want the extra piece of bread?) was more annoying than helpful, but nonetheless, he didn't eat it. And look what happened. 4.8 goddamn pounds. In one goddamn week.

I am going to start sprinkling uber-protein powder in his food. We'll see who loses more next week.