If you read this blog regularly you know that I've talked about my struggles to lose the weight I gained with Jamie. It's been a topic almost from the inception of this blog. However, as much as I think about it, I post about it a lot less. Who wants to read that anyway? Weight loss and fitness are decisions I made for me not anyone else.
But I have some things to say.
Weight loss has never been easy for me. Ever. I can't say that I was always overweight or that I've never been skinny but I can say that I'm one of those people who carries her weight in such a way that most people don't see me as obese or even overweight. Since my teen years, I've spent a lot of time fighting my urges to devour delicious food, avoid exercise, and trying desperately not to grow to gargantuan sizes. The only times in my adult life that I've been free of weight worry were during my pregnancies.
The older I get the harder it is.
I have been stuck in the same place for well over a year now. I lost about 18 pounds in the space of 6 months or so. Those pounds were NOT easy to lose. Then I stalled out something fierce. Life got in the way, I was busy, we had calamities, and my weight loss and fitness became the last things on the list.
This summer has been the most stressful I've ever lived through. Some of what's going on is not suitable for blogging so I haven't talked about it here. It's simply not my place. But it has affected me profoundly and I've spent a lot of time eating my feelings. As a result I've gained 8 pounds in the last few months - that's nearly half of what I fought so hard to lose in the first place.
Let me be clear about something. I am painfully aware that this is my own fault.
Now we come to the crux of this post. From my side of the fence? Weight loss is the hardest thing I've ever tried to do. I struggle with it constantly and I keep failing. Worse, I know that it's my fault that I fail. I castigate myself all the time about how I eat and how I can't make myself exercise after a long day with the kids. I want so desperately not to be this person who fails and yet for all my good intentions - I fail.
People tell me I'm not fat. Right. But then I go to the doctor and get yelled at to lose weight. My BMI is 29. I weigh 178 pounds. By all standards available, YES, I am overweight.
I feel like every bite of food that enters my mouth is judged by SOMEONE; that people look at me and think "yup, pretty clear why she's overweight." I think that about me, why wouldn't someone else?
Little changes DON'T add up for me. Not weighing myself DOESN'T work (all I do is get fatter). I am well aware that a number on a scale or my BMI are not fantastic ways to measure my progress but they are the only concrete ways I have to do so. It's all I have to work with and I have to pay attention. That's just how it works for me. I hate it intensely. But ignoring it doesn't make it go away or make me do a better job of losing weight. I've tried that, too.
I get it that skinny people don't always have it easy, either. They get told to eat a sandwich or people assume they have eating disorders. Allow me to be honest though - in our society, it is far, far easier to be skinny than to be fat. It's annoying that people feel free to comment or make assumptions but skinny people don't get little kids pointing at them when they're in a bathing suit (yep, had it happen). Skinny people don't get stared at in the same way. They are objects of desire, the goal to be striven for. Some thin people have worked damn hard to get there and some are lucky enough that they don't have to work at it to stay that way.
From here? From the fat side? I would take all those consequences in a heartbeat if it meant I could just "throw away the scale" and "go by how my clothes feel." If it meant that I could dispense with feeling like the whole world judges me just by how much I weigh. If it meant I could stop feeling like a failure every. single. day. because I hate how I look and I'm losing faith that I can change it.
From my side, that's how it feels. That's what it looks like. Maybe it doesn't look that way for you. Me? That's the hand I got dealt and I keep trying to shuffle the deck only to come up with the same stupid cards every time.
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Friday, August 17, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
A Shocking Development
Those of you that follow this blog regularly know that I've been fighting to lose weight for over a year. I've been plateaued in the same place for 6? 8? months now. It's frustrating as hell. Life keeps making me want to eat all my feelings and I keep finding my feelings in the cheez-it box and the bottle of wine. Clearly, this is not the way to go about things. When Scot lost his job, I promptly gained 5 lbs. It doesn't sound like much but those were pounds I fought hard to lose in the first place. It made me feel so defeated.
But that's not what this post is about.
I always knew that part of the reason I wasn't as successful at weight loss as I wanted to be was that I didn't exercise on a regular basis. The last time I did Weight Watchers, it wasn't as necessary - the weight seemed to come off just by making better choices about food. But I'm older now, I've had a second baby, my body is just different. It's not that I haven't known I needed the exercise, it was finding the time, the dedication, and the motivation that was keeping me firmly stuck on square one.
Then, we were gifted with an Xbox and Kinect. This meant that I could get up and moving right in my own living room and I had ZERO excuse not to do so. Of course, that didn't mean I didn't find all KINDS of excuses to keep right on finding my feelings at the bottom of the cheez-it box. To say that the stress level around here has been off the charts would be a massive understatement. I badly needed a way to release all that stress. I knew that exercise would be a way so I started making a real effort to get off my duff and DO it.
I did some walking here and there. I played silly Kinect games to get me sweaty every now then. But consistency is key and I didn't have it.
Something flipped a switch around my birthday. I was given a Zumba game for the Xbox (I had asked for it) and a few days after my birthday, I tried it out. It was fun! I could look like a total ass in private! I got sweaty and worked off calories! AMAZING.
In the meantime, I really stepped up my game in the eating department. If I was going to exercise I really didn't want to waste all that hard work by going back to the damn cheez-it box again. I started tracking more carefully, making better choices, and drinking my damn water.
I don't always do Zumba. I've mixed things up by doing a day of heavy housework, or taking a three mile walk. But I keep coming back to Zumba, too. Between everything, I've exercised 9 out of the last 11 days.
Here's the shocking (to me) part: I find I can't get through my day anymore without it. I need it in a way that I thought I needed the cheez-it box. Yesterday I had a really stressful day (it was mostly minutiae) and in the midst of it, 4 different people tried to hit me while I was driving. By the time I made the last turn for home of the day, I was MASSIVELY on edge. I got home and all I could think about was taking my rage out for a cleansing walk. Scot happened to be home from work so I left him to feed the kids and took my twitchy self out to sweat it off.
I walked a 12 min mile. Over huge hills. I've never before broken 14 minutes. My overall pace for 3 miles was 13:45.
By the time I was done, I was sweating like Nixon at the Kennedy debates and I felt better than I had all day. After the kids went to bed, I snacked on fruit - FRUIT, OF ALL THINGS.
I find myself getting up in the morning and thinking "Ugh. I'm tired. I didn't get all the sleep I wanted to. I don't know if I can get in the exercise today." Then, by mid-day, I'm looking forward to Jamie's nap so I can turn on the Xbox and Zumba my way to sanity.
Of course I know people who have talked about this side effect of exercise and while I never doubted them, I was absolutely certain that I would never be one of those people; sure that exercise would always be a chore for me. Now, it seems that if I don't do it, I get twitchy and restless and I just gotta go sweat.
I have no idea yet whether or not this will have any effect on the damn scale. But it has had a huge effect on my mental health and my ability to manage my stress level. At this point, that is way more important than the number on the scale. I really do want the number to go down - significantly - but managing my stress in this fashion is turning out to be far more beneficial than a scale number.
It turns out that what everyone says is true - you have to find something that you like to do - REALLY LIKE TO DO - and do it consistently. Before long, you'll find that you don't want to skip doing it. Gyms will never be for me, I don't think, but I think I could do this for a long time. For this, Mama can put herself first.
But that's not what this post is about.
I always knew that part of the reason I wasn't as successful at weight loss as I wanted to be was that I didn't exercise on a regular basis. The last time I did Weight Watchers, it wasn't as necessary - the weight seemed to come off just by making better choices about food. But I'm older now, I've had a second baby, my body is just different. It's not that I haven't known I needed the exercise, it was finding the time, the dedication, and the motivation that was keeping me firmly stuck on square one.
Then, we were gifted with an Xbox and Kinect. This meant that I could get up and moving right in my own living room and I had ZERO excuse not to do so. Of course, that didn't mean I didn't find all KINDS of excuses to keep right on finding my feelings at the bottom of the cheez-it box. To say that the stress level around here has been off the charts would be a massive understatement. I badly needed a way to release all that stress. I knew that exercise would be a way so I started making a real effort to get off my duff and DO it.
I did some walking here and there. I played silly Kinect games to get me sweaty every now then. But consistency is key and I didn't have it.
Something flipped a switch around my birthday. I was given a Zumba game for the Xbox (I had asked for it) and a few days after my birthday, I tried it out. It was fun! I could look like a total ass in private! I got sweaty and worked off calories! AMAZING.
In the meantime, I really stepped up my game in the eating department. If I was going to exercise I really didn't want to waste all that hard work by going back to the damn cheez-it box again. I started tracking more carefully, making better choices, and drinking my damn water.
I don't always do Zumba. I've mixed things up by doing a day of heavy housework, or taking a three mile walk. But I keep coming back to Zumba, too. Between everything, I've exercised 9 out of the last 11 days.
Here's the shocking (to me) part: I find I can't get through my day anymore without it. I need it in a way that I thought I needed the cheez-it box. Yesterday I had a really stressful day (it was mostly minutiae) and in the midst of it, 4 different people tried to hit me while I was driving. By the time I made the last turn for home of the day, I was MASSIVELY on edge. I got home and all I could think about was taking my rage out for a cleansing walk. Scot happened to be home from work so I left him to feed the kids and took my twitchy self out to sweat it off.
I walked a 12 min mile. Over huge hills. I've never before broken 14 minutes. My overall pace for 3 miles was 13:45.
By the time I was done, I was sweating like Nixon at the Kennedy debates and I felt better than I had all day. After the kids went to bed, I snacked on fruit - FRUIT, OF ALL THINGS.
I find myself getting up in the morning and thinking "Ugh. I'm tired. I didn't get all the sleep I wanted to. I don't know if I can get in the exercise today." Then, by mid-day, I'm looking forward to Jamie's nap so I can turn on the Xbox and Zumba my way to sanity.
Of course I know people who have talked about this side effect of exercise and while I never doubted them, I was absolutely certain that I would never be one of those people; sure that exercise would always be a chore for me. Now, it seems that if I don't do it, I get twitchy and restless and I just gotta go sweat.
I have no idea yet whether or not this will have any effect on the damn scale. But it has had a huge effect on my mental health and my ability to manage my stress level. At this point, that is way more important than the number on the scale. I really do want the number to go down - significantly - but managing my stress in this fashion is turning out to be far more beneficial than a scale number.
It turns out that what everyone says is true - you have to find something that you like to do - REALLY LIKE TO DO - and do it consistently. Before long, you'll find that you don't want to skip doing it. Gyms will never be for me, I don't think, but I think I could do this for a long time. For this, Mama can put herself first.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Ten Percent
For all intents and purposes, I have lost 10% of my body weight. When I say "for all intents and purposes" it's because the scale is being bitchy. I weighed myself before I left for my meeting and I was at my 10% goal weight exactly. I got to meeting and I weighed in just 0.1 pounds over. So, technically, according to Weight Watchers, I'm not quite there yet.
But then I came home and weighed myself again on my (weight watchers) scale and it said I was 0.3 pounds below my 10% goal weight.
So, yeah. Given the vagaries of scales, I think I can say that I did it.
That means I've lost a total of 18 lbs since I started in March. Frankly, I'm a little ashamed it's taken me so long to get this far and the last couple of months have been a bitch where weight loss is concerned. But I finally got here and that's nothing to sneeze at.
I fit into smaller clothes now. Clothes that were but a pipe dream hanging in my closet - the reminder of how much smaller I used to be before Jamie came along - are now beginning to fit again. Not everything but some of them. Some things are too big for me to wear now. I shop for new clothes in my closet instead of at Target.
And then there's the photographic proof, which really shows me how far I've come.
Here I am the day I signed up for Weight Watchers:
I'm not done yet. I still have 15 lbs to go to get to my goal weight and if the last several months are any indication, it's not going to be especially easy to get there. But I made it this far, I'm over halfway to my goal weight, and I'm not giving up now.
But then I came home and weighed myself again on my (weight watchers) scale and it said I was 0.3 pounds below my 10% goal weight.
So, yeah. Given the vagaries of scales, I think I can say that I did it.
That means I've lost a total of 18 lbs since I started in March. Frankly, I'm a little ashamed it's taken me so long to get this far and the last couple of months have been a bitch where weight loss is concerned. But I finally got here and that's nothing to sneeze at.
I fit into smaller clothes now. Clothes that were but a pipe dream hanging in my closet - the reminder of how much smaller I used to be before Jamie came along - are now beginning to fit again. Not everything but some of them. Some things are too big for me to wear now. I shop for new clothes in my closet instead of at Target.
And then there's the photographic proof, which really shows me how far I've come.
Here I am the day I signed up for Weight Watchers:
And here is a picture I took of myself this morning when I put on clothes that didn't fit a month ago:
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Starting Over
I'm stalled out on this weight loss thing. I lost about 15 pounds and then just parked it there. I'd go up, I'd go down, I'd inch a little bit further down and then it all went straight to hell.
I've had a bad few weeks with Weight Watchers. Much of it is my own fault. I've gone for weigh-in but not stayed for meeting or just skipped altogether. I haven't been following the program as diligently as I should - I haven't been putting me first enough to do it. I spend my down time on my ass instead of getting a little exercise first.
As far as the food goes? Oh dear. It's not good. My stress level has been high for a number of reasons and I find myself eating all kinds of thing I shouldn't. Donuts keep appearing in my house. No, I'm not buying them but they sneak in and I have a very hard time saying no - especially at the end of a long, stressful day when all I want to do is eat carbs until I pop. Yummy, delicious carbs.
In short, I'm slacking.
So, I went to weigh-in this last night and I stayed for meeting. I gained 2 pounds but that was actually a victory because I expected it to be at least three. Meeting helped me to recenter myself about what I need to be doing and I realized that I'm putting everything else ahead of this one thing I'm trying to do for myself. It's just as important as doing the dishes or cleaning up the toys or supervising homework.
With that in mind, I started today with a new attitude, a new outlook, and a determination to be stronger than my cravings.
Today was a good day.
I tracked every single thing I ate. I even had lunch with a friend and the food was point-heavy but delicious. I took that into account and ate a much lighter dinner. Also, because Thursdays are one of my days without kids, I took a 2.42 mile walk after I got home from lunch. The weather was perfect and I couldn't resist getting out in it. I pushed myself farther than I normally do and it felt great.
Between exercise and careful points management, I ate my exact daily points target today without touching my extra weekly points (which I'll probably dip into while watching a bit of TV). I got all my fruits and vegetables in as well all my dairy and all my water. I ate a very balanced diet today.
I'm starting over and it feels good.
I've had a bad few weeks with Weight Watchers. Much of it is my own fault. I've gone for weigh-in but not stayed for meeting or just skipped altogether. I haven't been following the program as diligently as I should - I haven't been putting me first enough to do it. I spend my down time on my ass instead of getting a little exercise first.
As far as the food goes? Oh dear. It's not good. My stress level has been high for a number of reasons and I find myself eating all kinds of thing I shouldn't. Donuts keep appearing in my house. No, I'm not buying them but they sneak in and I have a very hard time saying no - especially at the end of a long, stressful day when all I want to do is eat carbs until I pop. Yummy, delicious carbs.
In short, I'm slacking.
So, I went to weigh-in this last night and I stayed for meeting. I gained 2 pounds but that was actually a victory because I expected it to be at least three. Meeting helped me to recenter myself about what I need to be doing and I realized that I'm putting everything else ahead of this one thing I'm trying to do for myself. It's just as important as doing the dishes or cleaning up the toys or supervising homework.
With that in mind, I started today with a new attitude, a new outlook, and a determination to be stronger than my cravings.
Today was a good day.
I tracked every single thing I ate. I even had lunch with a friend and the food was point-heavy but delicious. I took that into account and ate a much lighter dinner. Also, because Thursdays are one of my days without kids, I took a 2.42 mile walk after I got home from lunch. The weather was perfect and I couldn't resist getting out in it. I pushed myself farther than I normally do and it felt great.
Between exercise and careful points management, I ate my exact daily points target today without touching my extra weekly points (which I'll probably dip into while watching a bit of TV). I got all my fruits and vegetables in as well all my dairy and all my water. I ate a very balanced diet today.
I'm starting over and it feels good.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
I Wore The Dress
Several months ago I blogged about a dress that I bought. It's been months and progress has been slow but I can finally wear that dress.
Last night Scot and I went out to dinner for our anniversary and I donned my flippy blue dress for the occasion. I don't look like a dress form so it doesn't fit me like it fits a dress form. But it does fit.
So here's the proof:
Last night Scot and I went out to dinner for our anniversary and I donned my flippy blue dress for the occasion. I don't look like a dress form so it doesn't fit me like it fits a dress form. But it does fit.
So here's the proof:
I swear I didn't look that frumpy in person.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (Sort Of)
Oh what a day.
It started with me having to wake Liam up for school. I never have to do this because the kid is out of bed, bright eyed and bushy tailed, at the stroke of seven each morning. It's like he stalks the clock in his room just waiting for it to hit 7 am before bursting into the hallway with a loud "I'M UP!"
Not so much this morning, though. The boys got to bed late last night due to scheduling beyond my control and while Jamie handled it OK, Liam wasn't prepared. He woke up this morning with no spring in his step and bags under his eyes.
We got through the morning routine OK and made it to the bus on time. I warned Liam that he had a dentist appointment this afternoon so I would pick him up early from school.
I got back to the house and noticed that my Mom had called so I called her back to find out what she called about. A relative had passed away and she was calling to tell me. The day was starting to take a downward slide.
After I got off the phone with Mom, I was sitting around with Jamie while he watched morning cartoons when it dawned on me that I completely forgot my brother-in-law's birthday last week. Not just missed it after thinking "hey! That's coming up!" but TOTALLY FORGOT. It didn't even occur to me that I had a birthday to remember. I felt like a total heel. We don't exchange birthday gifts among the adults but we usually send cards and call each other. I missed it entirely. D'oh!
A bit later I turned off the TV and headed upstairs to sort out laundry for the day. I needed to wash the jeans I was wearing so I peeled them off to throw in the pile. I was sitting there sorting out loads of laundry - without pants on - when there was a knock at the door.
Crap.
I grabbed a pair of (dirty) jammy pants, hustled myself into them, and went downstairs to answer the door. Who was there? Jamie's speech therapist. Guess what I forgot? Yep, Jamie had speech therapy this morning and I was standing there in what amounted to pajamas. At least I was wearing a bra.
Batting 1,000, Cari.
The good news is that my house was not completely trashed so forgetting to clean before the therapist arrived wasn't an issue. Being a slave to the to-do list this week paid off and I didn't have a family room sunk in dirty dishes and scattered toys. WHEW!
After speech therapy we got lunch and I did laundry and then Jamie went down for a nap. Things seemed to even out at this point so I thought the worst was over. Not so.
I went downstairs to grab my now clean jeans out of the dryer so that I could get dressed to pick up Liam at school. The washing machine was flashing an error code at me. Aw, crap. I looked up the code and it had something to do with a lack of water supply. What the what?! I hit the cancel button and it started to do something so I let it go to see what it would do while I went upstairs to get dressed and wake Jamie from his nap. (I hate doing that but it was necessary so we could pick up Liam and get to the dentist on time.)
On our way down to the car to leave, I checked on the washer. It had now shut off altogether. Great. It wasn't working at all. Lately, the dryer has also been on the fritz (sort of), so now I was looking at no laundry facilities at all. Oh, this day.
The day finally seemed to turn a corner at the dentist. There was no bad news at the dentist. No cavities, everything in good shape, need a little work on the thoroughness of his brushing but otherwise good.
We got home and I turned the washing machine back on hoping that it had magically cleared up whatever was going on and decided to work again. It did! It washed the load with nary a hiccup. Clean clothes!
The day ended on a high note when I weighed-in at Weight Watchers and lost another pound then came home and got the kids to bed early.
It was a hell of a Wednesday.
It started with me having to wake Liam up for school. I never have to do this because the kid is out of bed, bright eyed and bushy tailed, at the stroke of seven each morning. It's like he stalks the clock in his room just waiting for it to hit 7 am before bursting into the hallway with a loud "I'M UP!"
Not so much this morning, though. The boys got to bed late last night due to scheduling beyond my control and while Jamie handled it OK, Liam wasn't prepared. He woke up this morning with no spring in his step and bags under his eyes.
We got through the morning routine OK and made it to the bus on time. I warned Liam that he had a dentist appointment this afternoon so I would pick him up early from school.
I got back to the house and noticed that my Mom had called so I called her back to find out what she called about. A relative had passed away and she was calling to tell me. The day was starting to take a downward slide.
After I got off the phone with Mom, I was sitting around with Jamie while he watched morning cartoons when it dawned on me that I completely forgot my brother-in-law's birthday last week. Not just missed it after thinking "hey! That's coming up!" but TOTALLY FORGOT. It didn't even occur to me that I had a birthday to remember. I felt like a total heel. We don't exchange birthday gifts among the adults but we usually send cards and call each other. I missed it entirely. D'oh!
A bit later I turned off the TV and headed upstairs to sort out laundry for the day. I needed to wash the jeans I was wearing so I peeled them off to throw in the pile. I was sitting there sorting out loads of laundry - without pants on - when there was a knock at the door.
Crap.
I grabbed a pair of (dirty) jammy pants, hustled myself into them, and went downstairs to answer the door. Who was there? Jamie's speech therapist. Guess what I forgot? Yep, Jamie had speech therapy this morning and I was standing there in what amounted to pajamas. At least I was wearing a bra.
Batting 1,000, Cari.
The good news is that my house was not completely trashed so forgetting to clean before the therapist arrived wasn't an issue. Being a slave to the to-do list this week paid off and I didn't have a family room sunk in dirty dishes and scattered toys. WHEW!
After speech therapy we got lunch and I did laundry and then Jamie went down for a nap. Things seemed to even out at this point so I thought the worst was over. Not so.
I went downstairs to grab my now clean jeans out of the dryer so that I could get dressed to pick up Liam at school. The washing machine was flashing an error code at me. Aw, crap. I looked up the code and it had something to do with a lack of water supply. What the what?! I hit the cancel button and it started to do something so I let it go to see what it would do while I went upstairs to get dressed and wake Jamie from his nap. (I hate doing that but it was necessary so we could pick up Liam and get to the dentist on time.)
On our way down to the car to leave, I checked on the washer. It had now shut off altogether. Great. It wasn't working at all. Lately, the dryer has also been on the fritz (sort of), so now I was looking at no laundry facilities at all. Oh, this day.
The day finally seemed to turn a corner at the dentist. There was no bad news at the dentist. No cavities, everything in good shape, need a little work on the thoroughness of his brushing but otherwise good.
We got home and I turned the washing machine back on hoping that it had magically cleared up whatever was going on and decided to work again. It did! It washed the load with nary a hiccup. Clean clothes!
The day ended on a high note when I weighed-in at Weight Watchers and lost another pound then came home and got the kids to bed early.
It was a hell of a Wednesday.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Life In Our House
People, my life is boring sometimes. One day bleeds into the next and so on and so forth until it’s suddenly the last week in September and I’m not quite sure how that happened.
We’re now several weeks into the school year and it seems we’ve finally settled into our routine. Liam has decided he no longer hates first grade and actually likes going to school. Academically, he is already making progress from where he was at the end of last year and I’m pretty impressed with his abilities.
Jamie had both his 6 month speech evaluation and his 30 month check-up at the pediatrician on Wednesday. As far as the speech goes, he’s clearly worlds ahead of where he was when we started speech therapy. He’s made tremendous progress but he’s still going to need to transition to the 3-5 year old program in March when he ages out of the program he’s in. In the meantime, he’s becoming a chatterbox and never. shuts. up.
At his well-child check-up he weighed in at 36 lbs and is now 36 inches tall. As his doctor says, “He’s a perfect square!” I’ve noticed lately that he seems to be more difficult to cart around in my arms and now I know why. Needless to say, he’s been getting around on his own two feet while holding my hand more often than not.
I’m getting used to the new schedule, too. Suddenly I have two days a week without the kids in the house and there’s so many things I want to get done I almost don’t know where to start. I probably need to sit down and make a list so that I can pick one of those things when the kids are gone. For now I’m just trying to keep up with the household chores - and doing my usual craptastic job of it.
I’m also still losing weight although very slowly. I had a bad couple of weeks in there and I gained some back - welcome to eating your feelings, Cari. But that has smoothed out and I lost what I gained so I’m sitting at around 16 lbs lost over all. I have about 15 more to go. So, I’m halfway there. If I can just force myself to be a bit more dedicated to this, I’ll make better progress.
Scot is busy with work during the week and hanging out with us on the weekends.
So, that’s us in a nutshell these days.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
The Scale Proceeds Downward
I had weigh-in tonight and I have lost yet another pound. That makes a total of 15.7 since I started back to Weight Watchers. It's actually a little shocking that I lost given that we were away for the weekend and I ate a number of yummy treats I should have kept my fingers out of.
Slowly but surely I'm sneaking up on a major milestone. It's slower than I would like it to be and that's all down to me. I should be exercising more. I should cheat with the food less often. I try to focus on the fact that the number is still going down anyway. But really, I'd like it to go down faster.
Despite my sneaking, I'm at a weight right now that I haven't seen since shortly after I gave birth to Jamie. In the 6 weeks or so that I shed pounds like a fiend after his birth, it was right around where I am now that I stalled out. Then, I started inching back up ultimately putting on 15 pounds. So, that number I see on the scale now is a number I haven't seen in about 2.5 years.
It may be slow, but it's a victory nonetheless. I'm wearing jeans I couldn't even get over my overly-large-ass last fall. I squeezed into the smallest size shorts I own. I can't wear them out and I look like 8 lbs of sausage in a 5 lb bag but, by God, I got those suckers buttoned. I couldn't even get one thigh in them last summer.
This week, I'm going to try to be really diligent abut tracking and increase my exercise. I'm going to lose that last 15 pounds if it kills me!
Slowly but surely I'm sneaking up on a major milestone. It's slower than I would like it to be and that's all down to me. I should be exercising more. I should cheat with the food less often. I try to focus on the fact that the number is still going down anyway. But really, I'd like it to go down faster.
Despite my sneaking, I'm at a weight right now that I haven't seen since shortly after I gave birth to Jamie. In the 6 weeks or so that I shed pounds like a fiend after his birth, it was right around where I am now that I stalled out. Then, I started inching back up ultimately putting on 15 pounds. So, that number I see on the scale now is a number I haven't seen in about 2.5 years.
It may be slow, but it's a victory nonetheless. I'm wearing jeans I couldn't even get over my overly-large-ass last fall. I squeezed into the smallest size shorts I own. I can't wear them out and I look like 8 lbs of sausage in a 5 lb bag but, by God, I got those suckers buttoned. I couldn't even get one thigh in them last summer.
This week, I'm going to try to be really diligent abut tracking and increase my exercise. I'm going to lose that last 15 pounds if it kills me!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
An Update On The Diet Thing
It's been a couple of weeks since I talked about this and for those of you following along at home I thought I'd give you a quick update.
Two weeks ago I did a mid-day strafing run weigh in because we had dinner plans with friends and I couldn't make it to my regular meeting. It had not been my best week and I was stressed with trying to prepare for our trip to boot. I was hoping to just hold steady. I gained 0.4 lbs. I saw it as a victory because it could have been more.
Last week I missed meeting and weigh in altogether because we arrived home from vacation just hours before meeting time and shortly after I got everything unpacked from the car, I managed to smash my bumper into the garage. Needless to say (but I'm going to anyway), I was not having a fabulous night and choose a high potency stout over Weight Watchers.
This week I went back to my meeting. I got back on track with my eating habits, got back to tracking (which I slacked on during vacation), and tried to whip my sorry butt into shape.
I lost the 0.4 lbs I had gained two weeks ago.
This may seem like the tiniest of victories but it's not. For one, losing is losing not matter how much or how little. For two, I gained weight in the week I was gone on vacation. I tried to stay on track but the longer I was gone the more I veered off track. I did avail myself of my parents treadmill on a couple of occasions but that couldn't possibly make up for the crappy way I was eating. When I got home I was a couple of pounds above where I wanted to be. So that 0.4 loss was more like 2 pounds.
Onward and downward (on the scale, that is)!
Two weeks ago I did a mid-day strafing run weigh in because we had dinner plans with friends and I couldn't make it to my regular meeting. It had not been my best week and I was stressed with trying to prepare for our trip to boot. I was hoping to just hold steady. I gained 0.4 lbs. I saw it as a victory because it could have been more.
Last week I missed meeting and weigh in altogether because we arrived home from vacation just hours before meeting time and shortly after I got everything unpacked from the car, I managed to smash my bumper into the garage. Needless to say (but I'm going to anyway), I was not having a fabulous night and choose a high potency stout over Weight Watchers.
This week I went back to my meeting. I got back on track with my eating habits, got back to tracking (which I slacked on during vacation), and tried to whip my sorry butt into shape.
I lost the 0.4 lbs I had gained two weeks ago.
This may seem like the tiniest of victories but it's not. For one, losing is losing not matter how much or how little. For two, I gained weight in the week I was gone on vacation. I tried to stay on track but the longer I was gone the more I veered off track. I did avail myself of my parents treadmill on a couple of occasions but that couldn't possibly make up for the crappy way I was eating. When I got home I was a couple of pounds above where I wanted to be. So that 0.4 loss was more like 2 pounds.
Onward and downward (on the scale, that is)!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Continued Success
Last night was weigh-in night at Weight Watchers. I've been sneaking up on my 5% goal and I was really hoping to make it. For those of you that don't know, the 5% goal is losing 5% of your starting weight - which for me meant losing 9 pounds.
I've felt thinner this week. Several people have commented on it and my clothes are getting bigger on me. Before too much longer, I'm going to have to completely retire my largest size shorts - they're practically falling off me. I was really hoping the scale would be good to me.
I stepped onto the scale in my bathroom before leaving for meeting. I had lost over 2 pounds since the previous week and was well under my 5% goal so even with the difference between my scale and theirs, I was likely to make my goal. Apparently not eating anything since lunch and drinking a crap ton of water was paying off. ;)
At meeting I weighed in and it did not disappoint. I lost 2.0 lbs according to their scale. I easily made (and surpassed!) my 5% goal.
I've now lost 10.6 lbs since I started back to meetings.
I've lost 14 lbs over all.
The next goal is my 10% goal for which I have 8 more pounds to lose. I have about 20 more pounds to lose overall.
I've felt thinner this week. Several people have commented on it and my clothes are getting bigger on me. Before too much longer, I'm going to have to completely retire my largest size shorts - they're practically falling off me. I was really hoping the scale would be good to me.
I stepped onto the scale in my bathroom before leaving for meeting. I had lost over 2 pounds since the previous week and was well under my 5% goal so even with the difference between my scale and theirs, I was likely to make my goal. Apparently not eating anything since lunch and drinking a crap ton of water was paying off. ;)
At meeting I weighed in and it did not disappoint. I lost 2.0 lbs according to their scale. I easily made (and surpassed!) my 5% goal.
I've now lost 10.6 lbs since I started back to meetings.
I've lost 14 lbs over all.
The next goal is my 10% goal for which I have 8 more pounds to lose. I have about 20 more pounds to lose overall.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
A Not So Fabulous Week
This would be the part where I would like to crawl under a rock and not talk about this but I feel like I need to put myself out there. I don't know why but I'm just going to go with it.
So. Weigh-in this week was not so amazing as the last two. I lost a little bit - 0.2 lbs - but only a very little bit. I knew my body was going to have to slow down its breakneck pace at some point but I was so hoping to drop just 1 pound this week. If I had, I would have made my 5% goal. Even more frustrating is that my scale at home weighed me 0.5 lbs less than what the scale at Weight Watchers did. Sometimes my scale matches theirs and sometimes it doesn't. It's entirely unfair.
I think maybe I'm slipping a little bit. I'm not being as hard nosed with myself about what I eat and what I track. I'm still pretty diligent but I need to be REALLY diligent. I'm not there; there is room for improvement.
Also, I just don't exercise. I hate to do it and I would much rather sit down after the kids are asleep than get up and go walking. Thus far, I have given into that impulse. This being the case, my big goal for this week is to walk at least three times. If I can do it more than that, so much the better. I have a route mapped. I have an iPod full of tunes. I just need to do it. Interent, please bug me until I do.
However, there were a couple of bright spots in the week. The first: I am in smaller clothes. My shorts are all smaller now and stuff that was just barely acceptable now looks very nice on me. The second: I was able to wear my mothers ring today for the first time in many, many months. It's meant to be worn with my wedding set, on the other side of my engagement ring from the wedding band. I love how it looks when it's all together but all three at once is a squeeze my fat fingers weren't tolerating. Today I was able to slip it on in the morning with ease and wear it all day.
Despite this not being my best week, I'm trying to push the reset button and refocus myself on what I need to be doing. Tomorrow is a fresh day with a fresh chance to do my very best.
So. Weigh-in this week was not so amazing as the last two. I lost a little bit - 0.2 lbs - but only a very little bit. I knew my body was going to have to slow down its breakneck pace at some point but I was so hoping to drop just 1 pound this week. If I had, I would have made my 5% goal. Even more frustrating is that my scale at home weighed me 0.5 lbs less than what the scale at Weight Watchers did. Sometimes my scale matches theirs and sometimes it doesn't. It's entirely unfair.
I think maybe I'm slipping a little bit. I'm not being as hard nosed with myself about what I eat and what I track. I'm still pretty diligent but I need to be REALLY diligent. I'm not there; there is room for improvement.
Also, I just don't exercise. I hate to do it and I would much rather sit down after the kids are asleep than get up and go walking. Thus far, I have given into that impulse. This being the case, my big goal for this week is to walk at least three times. If I can do it more than that, so much the better. I have a route mapped. I have an iPod full of tunes. I just need to do it. Interent, please bug me until I do.
However, there were a couple of bright spots in the week. The first: I am in smaller clothes. My shorts are all smaller now and stuff that was just barely acceptable now looks very nice on me. The second: I was able to wear my mothers ring today for the first time in many, many months. It's meant to be worn with my wedding set, on the other side of my engagement ring from the wedding band. I love how it looks when it's all together but all three at once is a squeeze my fat fingers weren't tolerating. Today I was able to slip it on in the morning with ease and wear it all day.
Despite this not being my best week, I'm trying to push the reset button and refocus myself on what I need to be doing. Tomorrow is a fresh day with a fresh chance to do my very best.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Shrinking
Last night was weigh-in night at Weight Watchers. I wasn't sure what I was going to see when I stepped on the scale because I had a bit of a rough spot in the middle of the week. I had two days in a row where I was fighting the constant urge to devour everything in sight. I didn't fall completely off the wagon but I didn't do my very best either.
But after those two days, I climbed back up, dusted my willpower off, and started again. I had three days until weigh in and I had to make those three days count.
And make them count, I did. I lost 2.2 pounds this week.
That makes a total of 11.3 pounds since I started doing this with the online program and a full 8 pounds since I started back to meetings two weeks ago.
My pants fit so much better. I'm almost completely into a smaller size at this point. I still wear the larger size when I'm feeling frumpy or lazy and want comfort over style. But that larger size is pretty loose now and getting progressively more so.
I'm trying not to look too far ahead of myself at this point. I know what I WANT to be able to wear come fall but I don't want to think very hard about it because if I don't get there, I don't want to disappoint myself. I just want to be happy with my current success and build on that.
But it's awfully nice not to feel so disgusting when I'm at the pool with my kids. It might not show to other people but I can tell I look different and that difference gives me confidence. Vive le différence!
But after those two days, I climbed back up, dusted my willpower off, and started again. I had three days until weigh in and I had to make those three days count.
And make them count, I did. I lost 2.2 pounds this week.
That makes a total of 11.3 pounds since I started doing this with the online program and a full 8 pounds since I started back to meetings two weeks ago.
My pants fit so much better. I'm almost completely into a smaller size at this point. I still wear the larger size when I'm feeling frumpy or lazy and want comfort over style. But that larger size is pretty loose now and getting progressively more so.
I'm trying not to look too far ahead of myself at this point. I know what I WANT to be able to wear come fall but I don't want to think very hard about it because if I don't get there, I don't want to disappoint myself. I just want to be happy with my current success and build on that.
But it's awfully nice not to feel so disgusting when I'm at the pool with my kids. It might not show to other people but I can tell I look different and that difference gives me confidence. Vive le différence!
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Success
A couple of weeks ago, I admitted to being a big fat failure. Fat being the operative word because I had failed at Weight Watchers online. So, I bit the bullet and signed back up for meetings.
Last week was my first meeting. I wasn't happy with the number on their scale - weighing at the end of the day is a pain in the ass. But, while I wasn't happy, I wasn't too shocked either so I tried not to let it get me down.
The meeting was exactly what I expected it to be and it was actually really good. Instead of feeling stupid that I'd failed and had to go back, I felt like I was back among my people - the ones that understood my struggles and were there for support. I walked out feeling like I had a plan and I could face the week.
I set some goals for myself: track everything I ate, be meticulous about portion sizes, and make the best choices I could while still leaving a tiny bit of wiggle room. To these ends, I made an effort to read through and organize my materials from Weight Watchers, I purchased a journal for tracking and a notebook to take notes at meetings. I was ready to tackle the week. What can I say? I'm a nerd, office supplies motivate me.
I managed to meet my goals. I tracked everything I put in my mouth and if I didn't want to track it, I usually didn't put it in my mouth. I admit a stray piece of cheese or two might have snuck through but that's about it. On Father's Day, I made steaks, broccoli, salad, roasted potatoes, and my mother-in-law brought brownies and ice cream for dessert. In indulged in all of those foods - being careful to limit portions where appropriate - and I *still* had points left over at the end of the day. I even managed to get a little exercise in here and there over the course of the week.
Tonight I had my second meeting and my first weigh-in after starting the program. I lost six pounds.
Let me repeat that: I lost SIX pounds. In one week.
To give you some perspective, the only other time in my life that I've lost that much weight in a single week, it involved birthing 8 lb babies.
I have now lost 10 pounds over all and weigh the same as what I did when I started Weight Watchers 4 years ago. I put on shorts today that were a smaller size and I didn't just manage to squeeze into them - they actually fit comfortably. Some of my clothes look big on me now (not many, but a few!). Scot told me one day earlier this week, "You look skinny today."
So I know what works and I know how to make the program work for me. Not every week will be this successful but it's a great boost to my confidence.
Last week was my first meeting. I wasn't happy with the number on their scale - weighing at the end of the day is a pain in the ass. But, while I wasn't happy, I wasn't too shocked either so I tried not to let it get me down.
The meeting was exactly what I expected it to be and it was actually really good. Instead of feeling stupid that I'd failed and had to go back, I felt like I was back among my people - the ones that understood my struggles and were there for support. I walked out feeling like I had a plan and I could face the week.
I set some goals for myself: track everything I ate, be meticulous about portion sizes, and make the best choices I could while still leaving a tiny bit of wiggle room. To these ends, I made an effort to read through and organize my materials from Weight Watchers, I purchased a journal for tracking and a notebook to take notes at meetings. I was ready to tackle the week. What can I say? I'm a nerd, office supplies motivate me.
I managed to meet my goals. I tracked everything I put in my mouth and if I didn't want to track it, I usually didn't put it in my mouth. I admit a stray piece of cheese or two might have snuck through but that's about it. On Father's Day, I made steaks, broccoli, salad, roasted potatoes, and my mother-in-law brought brownies and ice cream for dessert. In indulged in all of those foods - being careful to limit portions where appropriate - and I *still* had points left over at the end of the day. I even managed to get a little exercise in here and there over the course of the week.
Tonight I had my second meeting and my first weigh-in after starting the program. I lost six pounds.
Let me repeat that: I lost SIX pounds. In one week.
To give you some perspective, the only other time in my life that I've lost that much weight in a single week, it involved birthing 8 lb babies.
I have now lost 10 pounds over all and weigh the same as what I did when I started Weight Watchers 4 years ago. I put on shorts today that were a smaller size and I didn't just manage to squeeze into them - they actually fit comfortably. Some of my clothes look big on me now (not many, but a few!). Scot told me one day earlier this week, "You look skinny today."
So I know what works and I know how to make the program work for me. Not every week will be this successful but it's a great boost to my confidence.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Diet: Week Six
I gained half a pound. Oops.
But I'm not too upset. I got sick at the end of the week, the whole week itself was crazy beyond measure and I had no time to exercise, and I indulged in a bacon cheeseburger and a beer on my birthday (as well as a slice of cake). Given all those factors, I think it's actually fairly good that I only gained half a pound.
At this rate there's no way I'm going to make my goal of losing 10 pounds by my Texas trip but I'm still OK with that. I just keep on going. I'm back up on the horse this week and hoping to get some exercise in if I can just get rid of this virus.
But I'm not too upset. I got sick at the end of the week, the whole week itself was crazy beyond measure and I had no time to exercise, and I indulged in a bacon cheeseburger and a beer on my birthday (as well as a slice of cake). Given all those factors, I think it's actually fairly good that I only gained half a pound.
At this rate there's no way I'm going to make my goal of losing 10 pounds by my Texas trip but I'm still OK with that. I just keep on going. I'm back up on the horse this week and hoping to get some exercise in if I can just get rid of this virus.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Diet: Week Four
It's slow going, folks. Progress is small and measured in decimal points. I lost half a pound this week.
Indeed, this is better than last week when I lost nothing at all. I managed to increase my activity (thanks for the kick up the pants on that one, Trista!) and it did some good, if only a little. I wanted much better progress this week and I am frustrated with this s-l-o-w movement on my downward trajectory.
My weekly points allowance was cut back by one point because of the weight loss so I will need to start eating a bit less anyway.
Goals for the week:
Indeed, this is better than last week when I lost nothing at all. I managed to increase my activity (thanks for the kick up the pants on that one, Trista!) and it did some good, if only a little. I wanted much better progress this week and I am frustrated with this s-l-o-w movement on my downward trajectory.
My weekly points allowance was cut back by one point because of the weight loss so I will need to start eating a bit less anyway.
Goals for the week:
- increase my activity again - better intensity, longer periods of exercise.
- start eating breakfast again. While I've stayed within my points allowances and earned some activity points this past week, I quit with the breakfast. I don't know if that has anything to do with anything but since I'm frustrated, I'm going back to breakfast. (Tomorrow since I didn't get it today.)
- more fruit and veg. I need to make sure I'm getting every serving I should have every single day. That's not happening as yet.
- FOCUS. Never my strong suit. I need to make sure I focus on what I want and how I'm going to get there so when I want to start eating Easter candy I keep my fat fingers out of it.
Onward and downward (on the scale), I hope!
Monday, April 11, 2011
Diet: Week Three
Failure.
I lost nothing.
Despite the fact that I pulled out last year's shorts because the weather suddenly warmed up and those shorts fit better than they did last year, I am the same weight this week as last. I was so excited when I put them on. I could button them easily and I didn't feel like I'd been stuffed into them because I'm too cheap to buy a bigger size.
I feel frustrated.
I'm going to assume that I need to up my game as far as exercise is concerned. I'm not very good at it nor am I dedicated to it in any way. I'm going to have to put that aside and find ways to be more active than I am just chasing the kids around. It's not enough because my body is used to that.
I can only hope that next week is more productive.
I lost nothing.
Despite the fact that I pulled out last year's shorts because the weather suddenly warmed up and those shorts fit better than they did last year, I am the same weight this week as last. I was so excited when I put them on. I could button them easily and I didn't feel like I'd been stuffed into them because I'm too cheap to buy a bigger size.
I feel frustrated.
I'm going to assume that I need to up my game as far as exercise is concerned. I'm not very good at it nor am I dedicated to it in any way. I'm going to have to put that aside and find ways to be more active than I am just chasing the kids around. It's not enough because my body is used to that.
I can only hope that next week is more productive.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
I Have A Dress
This dress is a fantastic little day dress.
This dress could have walked right off the set of Mad Men.
This dress is a dress I have coveted for months yet not succumbed to its charms.
This dress is now mine.
It was out of stock for weeks. I considered this a good thing because otherwise I would have just spent the money on it. Then, I found out it was available again. There was one left. It was in my size. I couldn't walk away. I bought it.
It arrived today and it's just as awesome in person. However, that size? Wrong. It's too small. Oh, I could probably squeeze into it but I wouldn't be able to sit down or eat or breathe and I'd look completely ridiculous.
But it's OK. Now, I have a concrete goal: I want to wear that dress. No, I want to ROCK that dress. It will take work. But if I lose some weight (not even everything I need to lose) I will be able to wear that dress and wear it well.
So the next time the donuts are calling my name? I'll think of the dress. The next time I'd rather stuff my face with Cheez-its? I'll think of the dress.
Then, I'll make a different choice - a better choice - and take another step on the path to wearing that dress. The dress doesn't fit now but it will one day in the very near future.
This dress could have walked right off the set of Mad Men.
This dress is a dress I have coveted for months yet not succumbed to its charms.
This dress is now mine.
It was out of stock for weeks. I considered this a good thing because otherwise I would have just spent the money on it. Then, I found out it was available again. There was one left. It was in my size. I couldn't walk away. I bought it.
It arrived today and it's just as awesome in person. However, that size? Wrong. It's too small. Oh, I could probably squeeze into it but I wouldn't be able to sit down or eat or breathe and I'd look completely ridiculous.
But it's OK. Now, I have a concrete goal: I want to wear that dress. No, I want to ROCK that dress. It will take work. But if I lose some weight (not even everything I need to lose) I will be able to wear that dress and wear it well.
So the next time the donuts are calling my name? I'll think of the dress. The next time I'd rather stuff my face with Cheez-its? I'll think of the dress.
Then, I'll make a different choice - a better choice - and take another step on the path to wearing that dress. The dress doesn't fit now but it will one day in the very near future.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Diet: Week Two
More success! I lost another pound.
I probably could have lost more this week if I had done two things: made better food choices and exercised a bit more.
On the food front, I stayed within my points allowance but I did it with things like donuts and Burger King and pizza. Not every single day - ha! NO. But I would have been better off if I had just said no to those items. I still ate lots of fruit and drank lots of water and made an effort to snack on healthy things. So, I just need to focus in on some of my poorer choices and make different ones.
On the exercise front, I could have done so much better. I generally don't count the housework I do every day because my body is used to that. I only count it if there's a lot of it or it's strenuous. For example, yesterday I rearranged both boys' rooms. I broke down Jamie's crib and put it away and then I completely changed the furniture placement in Liam's room. That was WORK because those bunk beds are heavy. So, I counted that activity as exercise because, well, it was. But I think if I had made it a habit to do something like run stairs in the house for 15 min every day during Jamie's nap I might have done a bit better. I'm going to try and work on that this week since I've got the plan down pretty well at this point.
Still, I did lose another pound. Could I have lost more? Sure. But the point is to lose in the first place - something I haven't been able to do very easily. I'm going to keep that success firmly in mind and build on it.
I probably could have lost more this week if I had done two things: made better food choices and exercised a bit more.
On the food front, I stayed within my points allowance but I did it with things like donuts and Burger King and pizza. Not every single day - ha! NO. But I would have been better off if I had just said no to those items. I still ate lots of fruit and drank lots of water and made an effort to snack on healthy things. So, I just need to focus in on some of my poorer choices and make different ones.
On the exercise front, I could have done so much better. I generally don't count the housework I do every day because my body is used to that. I only count it if there's a lot of it or it's strenuous. For example, yesterday I rearranged both boys' rooms. I broke down Jamie's crib and put it away and then I completely changed the furniture placement in Liam's room. That was WORK because those bunk beds are heavy. So, I counted that activity as exercise because, well, it was. But I think if I had made it a habit to do something like run stairs in the house for 15 min every day during Jamie's nap I might have done a bit better. I'm going to try and work on that this week since I've got the plan down pretty well at this point.
Still, I did lose another pound. Could I have lost more? Sure. But the point is to lose in the first place - something I haven't been able to do very easily. I'm going to keep that success firmly in mind and build on it.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Diet: Week One
A complete and resounding success. I lost three pounds. THREE!
I love the way that Weight Watchers has revamped the Points program. Letting me eat fruits and vegetables for free makes my life SO. MUCH. EASIER. On the old program, it was really hard for me to get in all my daily servings of fruits and vegetables. I almost never did - especially given that I had such a low number of points per day to start with.
Now, I find that I'm getting all 5 servings almost every day and it's easy to do. Want a low points meal? Have a serving a protein (whatever your choice) and then load up on fruits. On more than one occasion this week I had an egg and cheese wrap with sides of apple and strawberries. Huge amount of food and reasonable points.
I'm also drinking TONS more water than I did in the past - even when I was trying to drink more water. I stopped drinking soda and it was so easy it was like turning off a light switch. Why couldn't I have done that before? Now I drink water and one cup of coffee in the morning. That's it.
The biggest shock, aside from the number on the scale this morning, is how easy it has been. I tried and tried for two years and had no success. I was so frustrated and so angry at myself that I couldn't just buckle down and do it, already. It's not like I don't know what I'm supposed to do or how. I will never, ever understand why signing up for Weight Watchers and following their program works when doing it on my own didn't. The changes I made weren't that hard or really that much different than what I was doing before. Yet this week I lost.
My short term goal is to lose 10 lbs. before I go to Texas in mid-May. I have a long term goal as well. But for the moment, that's what I want to do. I have six weeks to do it. If I can keep this up, I should make it.
Week Two, here I come!
I love the way that Weight Watchers has revamped the Points program. Letting me eat fruits and vegetables for free makes my life SO. MUCH. EASIER. On the old program, it was really hard for me to get in all my daily servings of fruits and vegetables. I almost never did - especially given that I had such a low number of points per day to start with.
Now, I find that I'm getting all 5 servings almost every day and it's easy to do. Want a low points meal? Have a serving a protein (whatever your choice) and then load up on fruits. On more than one occasion this week I had an egg and cheese wrap with sides of apple and strawberries. Huge amount of food and reasonable points.
I'm also drinking TONS more water than I did in the past - even when I was trying to drink more water. I stopped drinking soda and it was so easy it was like turning off a light switch. Why couldn't I have done that before? Now I drink water and one cup of coffee in the morning. That's it.
The biggest shock, aside from the number on the scale this morning, is how easy it has been. I tried and tried for two years and had no success. I was so frustrated and so angry at myself that I couldn't just buckle down and do it, already. It's not like I don't know what I'm supposed to do or how. I will never, ever understand why signing up for Weight Watchers and following their program works when doing it on my own didn't. The changes I made weren't that hard or really that much different than what I was doing before. Yet this week I lost.
My short term goal is to lose 10 lbs. before I go to Texas in mid-May. I have a long term goal as well. But for the moment, that's what I want to do. I have six weeks to do it. If I can keep this up, I should make it.
Week Two, here I come!
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