Five Weeks In: The Moment of Truth

Today was my last weigh-in before my birthday.  The moment of truth to find out if I had succeeded in my (admittedly very aggressive) short-term goal of losing 10 pounds by my birthday, which is Monday.

I had a good/average loss this week, but missed my short term goal by 0.2 pounds.

Still.  A loss of 9.8 pounds in five weeks is nothing to sneeze at.

I'm contemplating my next short term goal.  My youngest daughter turns 1 in a month, and I'm 5 pounds away from being in the next "decade."  I am considering making that my goal, but 5 pounds is 4 weeks is a lot to ask from me.  I'm trying to weigh my emotional stability of being aggressive and seeing how close I can get against me setting goals and never really reaching them.

WWYD?  Be aggressive and probably miss?  (But maybe not by that much?)  Or be conservative and choose a different goal?

Two weeks in

Two weeks into Weight Watching.  Readers... my focus has been laser-like.  Dave Ramsey might call me a Weight Watcher Gazelle.

I've followed the plan to (almost) a tee.  I do usually allow myself one meal per week - Tuesdays after weighing in - where I eat whatever I want.  I never binge, but I just don't count.  Today's meal was a chicken caesar salad and a Dr. Pepper.  But other than that, I've been RIGHT on.

And in the past two weeks, it's netted me a total loss of 7.2 pounds.

SEVEN POINT TWO POUNDS?!  So much of that has GOT to be water weight, right?  Does anyone know the average ratio of water weight to other weight in your basic American female?  Something to investigate.

I wish I knew what the difference is in the past two weeks versus every other dang week ever.  I can remember so vividly how happy I was when I was healthy and fit.  When clothes were fun and I could run half marathons and my legs were BANGIN'.  And I've always known exactly what was needed to achieve that again.  And I've wanted so badly to return to that healthy weight.  But for whatever reason.... I don't know.  I just couldn't make myself follow through.

This time, so far, I am.  I don't know what clicked.  I hope it keeps on clicking.

Until next time, wishing you weeks of diet root beer and Halo Top.
J

Not Today

Being nearly ten months postpartum and 20.8 pounds overweight, I've decided to resurrect this blog in order to track my efforts.

To that end, I weighed in with Weight Watchers yesterday for the first time in months.  It had gotten bad.  Really bad.  And today was my first day counting points and trying to settle into a new mindset.  To be honest, I'm a little surprised at myself.  Last night, I stood in my kitchen talking with my husband about how I wasn't confident that I really had it in me to try very hard, but that I knew I had to at least try since I was so unhappy with myself.  I really expected to half-halfheartedly move forward.  And, now, I know it's only been about 14 hours, but I've done really well.  I walked right by the bowl of fun-sized Snickers bars on the desk outside my office.  And, hand-to-God, right before I started typing this entry, a coworker of mine offered me cookies by literally holding the platter a few inches under my nose.  I politely declined.

Not today, Jesus.

Long-term, I'm not looking to be skinny.  I just want to be healthy.  A good role model for my girls.  I have a very attainable and MAINtainable number in mind for that.

Short-term, I've given myself a pretty ambitious mini-goal.  I have five weigh ins (and almost six weeks) until my birthday.  I'd like to lose ten pounds by then.  I think it's pretty ambitious, because Weight Watchers encourages you to lose .5-2 pounds a week, and that'd put me at the top of the spectrum.  Ten pounds in five weigh ins.  

Y'all, a resident just came in and put one of those Snickers on my desk.

Not today, Jesus.

Not today.
J