I immediately started writing about my second week on the Weight Watchers program but I was suffering a bit of writers block. So now I will fill you in on my progress: My second week was fantastic! I lost 4.6 pounds. I was ecstatic to say the least! I walked almost every day and logged just about every bite I ate. Weight Watchers works. YaHoo!
Then I started my third week. I was doing great, right? I didn't need to log everything. I know what I'm doing. I can skip a day walking because I'm not up to it. Guess what happened at my next weigh in... I don't know because I didn't go to my meeting! Ha Ha...
I knew the scale would show a gain. Oh, I have plenty of excuses. My daughter is going though some heath issues (minor, but still nerve wracking for a mother) and she was home from school for several days and has had several doctors appointments and tests. Also, my in-laws were here for a week and we had dinner parties and went out to eat often and had desserts and wine (and more wine). The strange thing is, as I was eating out and drinking my wine, I knew I would pay for the indulgent behavior. I did try to choose items off the menu that might be the healthiest, but that can only help a little. It's amazing how you know how to do something good for yourself, yet other parts of your brain don't cooperate. Like the desire to take a bite of that cheesecake, or eat that piece of bread that you told yourself you didn't even want let alone were going to eat. The good little angel sitting on my shoulder is speaking to me but I don't listen. The little devil on the other shoulder is shouting too loud!
I've got to get my act together and get back on track. I always do well in the morning with my breakfast. I usually have an egg and a piece of whole wheat toast. Only four points. Good for me. Then, I snack. Ugh. I think I just need to get out of the house more. Being home is bad for dieters. Always walking past the refrigerator or the pantry. Hearing the little devil on my shoulder say open the door and see what's inside! Ha Ha. Not that there is much in there that is bad for me, but I still look and still want to have a taste.
Well, I am going to keep trying. And that is important. I need to keep reminding myself that I need to do this and it's more important to be healthy and feel good about myself than to eat a piece of bread or cupcake or have a cocktail. It will be a constant battle for me and I need to come to terms with that fact and put on my fighting gloves.
I will go to my meeting this week even though I have to go on a different day due to another doctors appointment for my daughter. I don't think the scale will show a loss. But I know I need to go for the support Weight Watchers offers. Whatever the scale says is not the point this week, getting to that meeting and acknowledging my weight problem is. Thanks again to my friends and family for encouraging me. Love you!
Peace,
Karen
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