I've already blown the Post-a-Day in November challenge. Saturday was just too busy and then I fell asleep on the couch. Here's Saturday's post on Sunday:
There is no way around it. I'm fat. I have struggled with this all my life. But for a brief period in my teens (anorexia) and again before I got married for the second time (he was in to biking and climbing), I've always carried a little (or a lot) something extra. Even at my thinnest I had a little pot belly. After having my son, the extra just never went away.
I've dieted and exercised and given up a hundred times, but this time I may be on to something. It's an old something that I resisted for a long, long time. When I was a kid, my parents did this and my lasting impression was of cottage cheese with pineapple on top. I can't eat pineapple and cottage cheese just seems wrong, but here I go.
I'm talking about WeightWatchers.
Know this: I am not an easy sell. I did not join because of Jennifer Hudson. Or a fancy system with a cool name. I did begin considering it though - because I have a number of friends who do WW and have had good success with it. And it didn't make them do crazy things or eat yucky food - they could even eat out! I still balked at the cost. As I arrived at the drive-through the pharmacy, I bemoaned the money I spent on prescriptions and a little light bulb went off in my head. Most of my medical problems are caused by weight issues. High blood pressure - check. Cholesterol problems - check. Diabetes - check. Aching joints - check. The money I spend in a month on various medications could pay for WW meetings AND I wouldn't die any faster because of them. The only side-effects? Lost weight and a healthier life. I could get on board with that.
And as if the universe was reading my mind, I saw a commercial for WW that touted a free registration! I mused about this on FaceBook and one of my FB friends said that if I joined, she'd join too. We live in the same neighborhood and would ride together, ensuring attendance.
We joined. We picked the 7:30 Saturday morning meeting. Both of us get up early and don't want to "blow the morning" by having a meeting right in the middle of it. And so we began.
I feel like we lucked out. Our leader, Dee, is awesome. She's energetic and upbeat and gets everyone engaged during the meetings. The people who chose this particular meeting are a lot like my friend and me - get-up-and-go people. They don't hesitate to share what works and what doesn't for them and I learn a lot from listening to them.
These last two weeks, I've gained a pound a week - in spite of watching what I eat and exercising. In the past, this would have signaled that it's time to give up because doing all the right things and still gaining would tell me that I'm doing it wrong (again). At this last meeting, one of the guys got a 10% badge and a 50 pound charm spoke up when I talked about this frustration. He said that happened to him too. And it was frustrating - but he knew that eventually he'd start to lose again. He just had to accept that he was on a plateau and his body was adjusting to this new routine. It did and he just celebrated 50 pounds at that meeting. It was comforting and inspiring.
I continue to do what I'm supposed to. I track my food. I exercise as much as I can, fitting it in wherever I can. I try something new. Last night I had a smoothie for dinner made of kale, frozen berries and water (with some added splenda - I didn't have honey on hand). It was surprisingly good. I may make that one meal a day.
I'm trying something new. I'll live and learn, and hopefully next Saturday, I'll also lose!