This Was One of Those Weeks

This week was one of those weeks where, if you looked only at the scale, you’d think the story was simple. But it wasn’t.

Because the truth is, this was actually a good Program week.

My food was on point.

I got my water in.

I made sure to exercise.

I did the things that matter.

And yet, sometimes our bodies decide to write their own version of events.

At this point, I’m blaming my hormones because I truly don’t know what else to blame.

Something clearly decided to go wildly off script this week, and unfortunately my body seems to have gotten the memo before I did. As frustrating as that can be, it’s also a reminder that the scale is not always the full story.

Sometimes it reflects progress beautifully.

Sometimes it reflects sodium, stress, hormones, water retention, and whatever mysterious nonsense our bodies like to throw in for dramatic effect.

This week also came with a completely different kind of stress...

I found out my car registration had expired in the most fun way possible: by being pulled over, discovering the issue roadside, and then having my car towed.

Highly recommend checking your papers before the police do!

Now, in the spirit of finding the silver lining in every situation, there was one bright side.

I was able to check a new box off my bucket list:

I got to ride in the back of a cop car.

To be fair, the officer was kind enough to offer me the front seat. But since I’m hoping this remains a once-in-a-lifetime experience, I figured I should really commit to the moment and take the full package.

So yes, I sat in the back like I was starring in a very low-budget crime documentary titled The Case of the Expired Registration.

Between dealing with towing, registration issues, forms, inconvenience, and the general joy that comes with anything involving the DMV, it’s been one of those weeks where stress felt like its own full-time job.

And in past years, weeks like this might have sent me straight into old habits.

Stress eating.

Throwing in the towel.

Declaring the week ruined and starting again “Monday.”

But this time was different.

I stayed on Program.

Even with frustration.

Even with stress.

Even with a body that appears to be protesting for unknown reasons.

And honestly, that may be the real win this week.

Because progress isn’t just about the weeks when everything goes right.

It’s about the weeks when life gets inconvenient, the scale gets weird, and you still keep showing up anyway.

Anyone can feel motivated when things are smooth.

The real growth happens when things are annoying.

When the DMV is involved.

When your body is being suspicious.

When you’d really rather eat snacks in a parking lot and call it self-care.

Instead, I kept doing the basics. Food. Water. Movement. Consistency.

That matters.

Maybe the scale will catch up next week. Maybe it won’t immediately.

But I know this much: a week of solid choices is never wasted; and if nothing else, I’ve learned three valuable lessons:

1. Always check your papers.

2. Hormones are deeply committed to chaos.

3. Keep trusting the process—even when your body and the DMV are both being difficult.

Some weeks the win is in the weight loss. And some weeks the win is simply not letting hormones, stress, and the DMV knock you off course.

This was one of those weeks.

Total loss so far: 48 pounds