It seems my mind has finally crossed all those time zones to catch up with my body. Whoop-de-do, I’m back in the saddle again. All systems GO!
My good feeling about weighing in last night was right on–I lost 1.6 pounds, after two international flights, fish and chips in London, and whatever it was I ate in Paris. I was thrilled–even maintaining would have been great. Weight Watchers has two plans–Core, which means eating from a list of certain foods, not as restrictive as it sounds, and Flex, in which you get a certain number of points per day, based on your weight and height, etc. You get an extra 35 “flex points” per week, too, but I never use them–I always hit a plateau if I do. Anyhow, my knowledgeable WW leader pointed out that I had used a modified version of the Core plan, and that was probably why I lost. (That and walking for miles, despite copious uses of trains, the underground, and those lovely British cabs.) Useful information; now I will know to go for the Core plan on the road.
Speaking of the road, I’m off again soon, to L.A. I’ll be seeing My Daughter the Screenwriter and hobnobbing with book sellers, wholesalers and my buddies from Harlequin. They always entertain lavishly, but I only have to keep one word in mind. CORE.
Make it a good weekend.