To make this a really effective blog, I’m going to have to come clean. Now, you are more than encouraged to comment about my writing style, but DO NOT comment about my size.
Anyway, I signed up for Weight Watchers on September 13, 2009. At my first weigh-in, I weighed 266.6 pounds. I wear a size 24 pant and dress, and a size 22 top. Phew! That was the hardest thing I have ever had to write!
On my second week I weighed 273.0 which is a gain of 6.4 pounds. Devastation came directly upon sitting in my seat waiting for the meeting to begin. I was not completely discouraged, and eventually became encouraged to succeed. You will notice that you cannot keep me down. I’m like a cork. You can hold me under for a second, but eventually I float back up to the top.
The third week was wonderful with a loss of 8.6 pounds to bring me down to 264.4. Woo Hoo and a big Yeah! It wasn’t hard. I mainly counted my points and went to the gym three days in a row where I did the elliptical machine for 30 minutes. I started to wonder, can WW really be that easy?
The fourth week brought my Aunt Flow for a visit and I gained .4 pounds which brought me up to 264.4. I wasn’t discouraged, because I knew Flow would do that to me.
The fifth week was awful. When I stepped on the scale the lady behind the big wall that hides my weight from wandering eyes said I had lost 5 pounds. I couldn’t believe it! I knew that I had a difficult week getting my groove on. I didn’t go to the gym and did some self-sabotaging things (I’ll get to those later). But, the scale doesn’t lie. I told everyone in the meeting and I got a star and a, “Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!” from the leader. Apparently, that is her trademark holler. When I got home and sat down to my lunch of 2 cups of homemade baked potato soup (I couldn’t stop at one cup because it was just so yummy!) I looked closely at my numbers. All I could think was, the scale doesn’t lie, but the lady behind the counter sure did! I had actually gained 5 pounds. She did the math wrong.
But, ever moving forward, here I sit writing to the vast space of the internet half hoping someone will read this and more than half hoping no one will, at a lovely weight of 269.8.
Now, I have come clean and put it all on the table. I am completely exposed. I have brought you up to speed and turned myself inside out. I don’t feel vulnerable or bad about myself, but I don’t feel great either. It’s a process, a journey (what a once wonderful metaphor and now an over used cliché). WW is easy. Consistently overcoming myself is going to be hard.
Here's a before pic of me, from the back. I really hate getting my picture taken so I duck if I see someone coming with a camera, but my sneaky daughter knows that I don't really have eyes in the back of my head.
