Diving In

Today I put my money where my whining is.

Today I signed up for Weight Watchers.

I've known it for 2 years now; I'm overweight.  Yes, I had a baby.  Two years ago.  While I managed to lose most of the weight I gained during my pregnancy shortly after birth, I also managed to gain about two-thirds of that weight back in the time I was nursing.

And here I sit.  I haven't nursed in over a year and I still weigh what I've weighed for what is clearly too long.

I've tried to find the discipline required to lose the weight over the last two years.  BELIEVE ME, I have tried.  But I just can't seem to make it work.  For whatever reason, I get easily derailed, easily sidetracked, and then just start nom nom nom-ing what the closest thing that is bad for me.

In between the kids I was on Weight Watchers for a several months and I lost 25 pounds.  When I did it then I went to meetings.  I liked my leader and I liked the group.  For whatever reason, weight loss in that setting seemed so much less daunting and I was so much more successful when it came to reaching my goals.  But meetings mean time in my schedule that is increasingly hard to find.  It's also more expensive to do it that way.

This time around I'm using the online program and hoping that it will prove as successful for me as the meetings did.  Weight Watchers has a nifty little app that I can use on my iPhone that makes tracking points simple and quick.

I've made it through Day One and I feel upbeat and optimistic.  Most of the time I get to the end of the day and feel fat, out of shape, and the very opposite of upbeat and optimistic.  I know it won't be easy every single day and I know that every time I go to the cupboard or the refrigerator I have to make a better choice than I made before.

So here they are - the before shots:

Yes, I know the first word that comes to mind is "frumpy."  That's what I'm trying to change, right?