Weight Watching
I have officially entered the mid 20's-my-body-no-longer-snaps-back into-place-after-I've-eaten-a-bunch-of-crap stage of my life. In attempting to cope with this new stage I enthusiastically became a member of weight watchers. Every Thursday morning at 9am, it's me and a lot of older ladies (and a few men) getting together to discuss our weight woes. And, no joke, woes is entirely the correct word for my situation.
The first week I was on fire. Nothing could tempt me away from my points system.* I rocked the scale when I was down 2.6 lbs. Yay me! Of course, to celebrate I went out to eat and had a considerable amount of liquor. Bad Moo!
Here is my progress since I began:
Week 1: - 2.6 (Fabulous!)
Week 2: + .4 (bad)
Week 3: - .8 (getting better)
Week 4: + .4 (bad, again)
As you can see, fluctuation is my middle name and with two Dave Matthews Band concerts coming up this weekend, my future is not looking bright. Something has to change. Maybe it's more dedication to eating the right foods and exercising. Or maybe it's reminding myself of why I started this: I want to be healthy and desperately want to stop feeling like a stuffed sausage in my clothes. Maybe it sounds corny but my commitment has to come from within. This is not a temporary fix. It's a lifestyle change and I am realizing that can't happen in a month. Who knows how long it will take.
It feels good to at least have started the process. And that's what it is, a process. A process of learning, succeeding, failing, highs, lows, plateaus. A process of finding out who I really am and how I feel when I can't reach for a slice of pizza. That's my challenge for today -- a luncheon where pizza will be served (my one true weakness). After my weigh-in this morning, I think I will sit across the room from the pizza boxes and keep my hands in my lap. Wish me luck.
*For those who have no idea, weight watchers assigns each food a point value based on a given portion and you have a daily points allowance. Mine is 20.
The first week I was on fire. Nothing could tempt me away from my points system.* I rocked the scale when I was down 2.6 lbs. Yay me! Of course, to celebrate I went out to eat and had a considerable amount of liquor. Bad Moo!
Here is my progress since I began:
Week 1: - 2.6 (Fabulous!)
Week 2: + .4 (bad)
Week 3: - .8 (getting better)
Week 4: + .4 (bad, again)
As you can see, fluctuation is my middle name and with two Dave Matthews Band concerts coming up this weekend, my future is not looking bright. Something has to change. Maybe it's more dedication to eating the right foods and exercising. Or maybe it's reminding myself of why I started this: I want to be healthy and desperately want to stop feeling like a stuffed sausage in my clothes. Maybe it sounds corny but my commitment has to come from within. This is not a temporary fix. It's a lifestyle change and I am realizing that can't happen in a month. Who knows how long it will take.
It feels good to at least have started the process. And that's what it is, a process. A process of learning, succeeding, failing, highs, lows, plateaus. A process of finding out who I really am and how I feel when I can't reach for a slice of pizza. That's my challenge for today -- a luncheon where pizza will be served (my one true weakness). After my weigh-in this morning, I think I will sit across the room from the pizza boxes and keep my hands in my lap. Wish me luck.
*For those who have no idea, weight watchers assigns each food a point value based on a given portion and you have a daily points allowance. Mine is 20.
posted by AJ at 10:41 AM
2 Comments:
It is a mental game, and you sound like you are winning the battle. Those inches/pounds will shed soon enough. And...don't forget about how much dancing you will do at the concerts. That must burn some calories!
love yourself... get adicted to something good for you.
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