I feel like it has been a bad Weight Watcher day. I ‘thought’ it had been a relatively good week of watching points, and even had a stomach ‘thing’ on Thursday, which, in the world of Weight Watchin’ translates into “Yippees” and “Hurrays” because anytime there’s bodily elimination and loss of stuff inside of your body, that means, well, you figure it out!
(Perfect case in point: The week I met my Lifetime Goal back in 2002 was the week I puked my guts out in the front seat of my husband’s car while his employee and his wife watched in horror from the backseat. And some spilled on her. Yup, I know how to make Mr. Manic proud.)
But I did feel like this week had been a good, solid one, with no cheating, following the plan, being conscious of what I was eating. I am starting to feel different; even a few people commented.
I know it takes time. It took me 56 weeks after Tukey was born to take off 60 pounds. But today, when I stepped on the scale, I wanted SOMETHING, even a “point-oh-two” would have been gratifying. It would have signified a loss of something, but the weight today was the exact same weight as last week.
I know there are many things to consider: sodium, water-retention, blah-blah-blah. I know all of that. It’s just a little bit discouraging.
But not discouraging enough to get me to stick my head into the deep-freeze and mow through ten cartons of Ben & Jerry’s Chubby Hubby. As if. Not that freaking discouraged! No way. Plus, that would be really cold.
But really, since December 1, our neighborhood group of W-Watchers has grown to eight-women strong! We are calling ourselves: SKINNY BABES 'R' US, and it's beginning to seem a little cultish actually, and I think other women, like even seriously skinny non-weight-problemesque women, want to join in on our little club. Because we are making it fun!
We are emailing each other through the day, sharing little eating secrets, writing "STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING AND GO DRINK A GLASS OF WATER!", talking one another off the proverbial I-want-to-eat-the-whole-French-Silk-Pie ledge when necessary, going out for a Jared-Subway or Panera low-point soup and bread lunches. We are making it as much fun as we can have while we try to lose the flab.
So guys, if you all fail me on this blood donation thing, I think I may start leading my own Weight Watcher Cult instead. I'd much rather save lives by getting you all to donate a measly teeny little pint, but if you want me to focus my efforts on the asses of fat, well, so be it. I've got nothing much else going on.
So, I had a little bump in the WW ride. Hey, like I haven’t been through a million and sixty-five thousand, three-hundred, thirty-two little bumps in this ride to try to get published. What’s some more bumps? What’s some little weight-loss bumps? I have decided that it’s awfully, awfully hard and sometimes discouraging to focus on these three things at one time though: Writing, Exercise, Weight Loss.
I think I can focus on one at a time and kick ass on one of these three things really well, but here I am, the first of a New Year, trying to get all “Jiu Jitsu / Tai-Kwan-Do” on all three.
Quick story: This past week, I went to a Writer’s Meeting and they had some chocolates and cookies out, and I had some points left over and decided I was going to have two fortune cookies.
I opened the first one, took a bite, then read my fortune. It said:
You should not be eating this.
I ate it.
I opened the second one, took a bite, then read THAT fortune. That one said:
And you definitely SHOULD NOT BE EATING THIS ONE EITHER!
Obviously, the way my weigh-in went today, I should have listened to Mr. Confucius when he so wisely advised me not to eat the damn cookies!
But really, I’m not depressed, I use humor to deal with it – I’ll just forge ahead and hope for a better week.
Which brings me to some other exciting news!
I have another blind-blogger date! I have already had the good fortune to meet up with some wonderful people from blogland and haven’t been murdered, and I’m pretty confident this woman hasn’t the time or energy to kill me, so no worries there! Although, come to think of it, she might enjoy some jail time! A little peace and quiet!
I am going to be having lunch with a celebrity blogger and soon-to-be famous best-selling author on Monday and am extremely excited to meet this fabulously amazing woman and I’m sure I’ll have a fun recap for you Monday night or Tuesday and hopefully with pictures and stories to share! I just hope I can find something WW-friendly on that menu, which, I can tell you, Ms. Celebrity Blogger and I have already been cyber-salivating over the dessert menu!
Weight Watchers, Help Me!
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Peace UP, and yes, you may still spare a pint, my friends!