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
J
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