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