I got a little fed up with my own “I want to lose some weight” whine and joined Weight Watchers. Yeah, I roll my eyes at the clichedness of it myself.
I really just needed that official weekly weigh-in and accountability. Everything else about it is kind of fluff. I know how to eat well and I’m familiar with exercise. The meetings aren’t teaching me anything I don’t already know in spades, but I do kind of enjoy that self indulgent half an hour block of time to wallow in the woe-is-me-it’s-hard-not-to-eat-french-fries!
I do like tracking food and activities – most of the time. When I’ve gone out to eat somewhere, the prospect of trying to guess the worth of the meal is just too stupid and I leave it blank.
But so far it’s gone alright. I lost 6.6 pounds in the first 3 weeks. And since it’s Fat Tuesday, there’s another weigh in tonight. I have some concerns about how well that’s going to go. There was a lot of extra eating this week and a dearth of extra exercising. The odds may not be in my favor. But the point is that I will go, I will face whatever the number is, and move on. And then just do my best to make it a little better next week.
margaret edith 