Finally, a gain.

Not a big surprise, it's water retention week, plus I had two big losses (read: more than 1% of my total body weight) the past two weeks, I haven't had a gain in 15 weeks and on Saturday the boy and I went wild at TGIF and then the movies.

So putting on .2kg (.4lbs) is not anything to worry about at all.

What was more remarkable was tonight's Weight Watcher's meeting.

I had two separate people tell me that I was inspirational. One commented that she'd been going to WW for 13 weeks and in that time she had seen huge changes in me.

I didn't know anyone was paying that much attention!

It's true that our lecturer did point me out a couple of weeks ago to mention that I'd lost 15kg. But I had no idea that people were actually monitoring my progress in the group. It's kind of cool, but a little bit freaky too.

I've received a couple of comments on this blog too, saying that people found me inspirational. Thank you, seriously. It's very kind of you. If my wittering, tracking, exercising and water drinking helps anyone, then that is as gratifying as the weight loss.

Katherine the lecturer also overheard me talking to some girls in the queue about how I'd eaten 2 days worth of points on Saturday. She called on me during the meeting to tell the group what I had done. For the viewers at home, Katherine was NOT trying to embarrass me, she knew I could deal with the attention and she was making a very important point that I wholly support. The point she was trying to make is that it's OK to have a giant blow out, as long as you stop it there, get back on the wagon and don't beat yourself up about it.

I've raved about this before and it's exactly what I did. Yes, on Saturday night I ate a 17.5 point burger. I drank 9 points worth of alcohol. I ate popcorn and lollies and potato skins with bacon and cheese and sour cream.

And I ENJOYED EVERY SINGLE BITE. It was delicious. I did not feel one bit of guilt or recrimination for what I'd eaten.

Most importantly, the next day, I was back on track, exercising and eating good food again.

We can't all be perfect. We have our bad days, bad weeks even. If you focus on those and beat yourself up about them, you'll freeze and never move on. Accept what's happened and move the hell on.

Who knows, by doing that, you might be inspiring someone else.