Weigh-in day

Ah weigh-in day.
You eat as little as possible and drink as much as possible, in the hope of fooling the scale.
According to my crummy bathroom scale, I was doing really well, but then of course, weight watchers don't use a bathroom scale, they use something that looks like it would be used by a butcher.
I hear it's very acurate. No amount of shifting my weight around could bring my weight down, and for all my exercising and eating healthy and trying to be a table tennis, I lost the grand total sum of (drum roll please) a WHOPPING 800g.
The funny thing though, and this could just be pure imagination talking here (maybe the lack of chocolate is making me go insane), all my clothes are really starting to feel looser.
Nevermind that, people are noticing.
My friends think I have lost a whole lot of weight.
It actually a kinda cool feeling to have other people notice that you are doing something.
Of course, I had to cheat a little, and had an entire lammington and two lovely cupcakes (they were small, ok!)
I might also have eaten a couple of highly fatty date balls, but damn they were good.
As any addict will tell you, the road to recovery is long and hard, and sometimes steep, so steep that you might tumble off the back of the bloody wagon.
I hear it's important that you get straight back on again, but I was still a little in shock from the fall, so it was nice to just sit there for a while...