You'll Be Comin' Down Now Baby

If you don't know where that title is from, you should run to your nearest music dealer and buy Bruce Springsteen's new CD Magic. But that aside...

I am coming down, in weight that is. I went to my WW meeting last night, and in spite of the 2 delightful glasses of Port and a few chocolates I had on Valentine's Day, I lost some weight.

Astonishingly enough, it wasn't painful at all. Last time I did WW I used the Core program, as the idea of "all I could eat" appealed to me. But I found myself obesessing about things that were not Core and wanting them like Elvis wanted a handfull of painkillers.

This time around (at least for this week) I am tracking points so I can eat ANYTHING I want. I like choice. Choice is good. Making choices while losing weight - even better.

Weight Watchers, Chicken Legs, and Hope

I finally hauled my fat butt into a Weight Watcher's meeting last night, and the delightful leader Judy, (whom I think everyone on Earth should get to meet because she is just walking sunshine) told me she was glad to have me back even. I really think she meant it, although I can't imagine why, as I'm a loser 5 time Weight Watcher drop out. But I keep going back. Why? Because when I go, I lose weight. Because today I ate an Extra Crispy KFC drumstick for lunch and didn't need to feel guilty, as it's only 4 measely points. Because although I pretend I can go it alone with no help and just hang tough through the power of my own will to lose nearly 100 pounds, that's a Big Fat Lie. I need help. There, I said it.

And away we go...

It's 2008, and my weight loss goal still looms over me. When I see Valerie Bertinelli on those commercials getting all misty eyed because she's reached her goal- I'm really happy for her but I absolutely have no desire to be on the diet she is promoting. What diet DO I want to be on? Well, I love the Weight Watcher's Core program, but I am too lazy to get to meetings every week, and U got 2 free months of the Best Life Diet website by buying a box of Total with a code on it, so I am playing with that, but not quite enticed yet. I will most likely do something that closely resembles Core and see if I can wing it on my own without attending meetings. I adore the leader of my meeting, she's sweet and funny and supportive, but when I get off work, I just want to go HOME. And eat. Maybe I will be able to shake off this funk after I am done PMS-ing. Let's hope so anyway.

(It'll be just like) Starting Over

Well, you may notice a giant gap between posts. Alas, I backslid again for a really long time. Tonight, I am going back to Weight Watchers, and my friend Kristie is going with me, so maybe with a buddy I will be able to behave myself. I'll keep you posted.

Tamilu

Back in the Saddle

Rejoin WW last night and started back at Square One. I saw a thin woman in front of me and thought mean things about her. "What is SHE doing here! She doesn't even need to lose weight." then, the leader asks for any Celebrations and her hand goes up. My snarky inner voice says "Oh what, did you lose an ounce?" But alas, she was celebrating her 100 Pound milestone and said she still had 20 to go. I reached up and patted her shoulder and felt ashamed of myself and hoped that next year at this time some chubby girl sitting behind me has the same experience.

Back Again

Well, since I was last here, I have tried many new diets, The Maker's Diet, The Atkins Diet, the Eat Everything You See Until None Of Your Clothes Fit diet, and now I am about to come crawling home to Weight Watchers. Mind you, my latest excuse is "I have to wait until they have free enrollment." but since I saved a gazillion dollars in groceries this week with mad scientist level coupon-ing, maybe I can cough up the 20 bucks to go get weighed in front of a bunch of other fat ladies and hope the public humiliation will be enough motivation to get me back on track.

Day...? No idea. Back to Square One...Almost

Last night my friend David came over to watch 24 with Jeff and I. We ate donuts, Pillsbury Cinnamon Rolls and Girl Scout Cookies for dinner. Can you see where I am going with this? I'm way off the wagon.

I want back on the wagon, but not until Thursday, as tomorrow, March 8th, is my late great Father's birthday (He passed away a year and a half ago) and part of my ritual to be able to make it through his birthday without him involves Blueberry Pancakes and Cheesecake, so on Thursday I'll climb back on the wagon and try again.