I lost three pounds last week and then proceeded to ignore anything and everthing to do with counting POINTS. I don't know. Sometimes following Weight Watchers gives me the exhausting feeling as though I've been running around at full speed, deliberately holding my breath as I try to perform what seem like superhero feats.

I've leapt the tall building, but it took me a few bounds. I'm here again at the foot of the building, and I've forgotten that it takes several stabs to scale the damn thing.

When you have your first big loss on WW, it makes you feel as though you can exhale, finally. Like you've cracked the code and made it through seven consecutive days without managing to fuck anything up. And it's then that you believe that you can make this be a life change. And all of that is true. It's just not that instaneous, even if you've been at it for a couple of weeks. Habits take a while to establish.

Especially the ones that ask you to cut Miss Vickie's jalapeno-flavored potato chips out of your diet. Believe you me, I know.

I certainly didn't go binging. I made some fairly wise food choices, save for the egg rolls yesterday for lunch, but I just didn't care to track it all. I didn't have the heart to sit down and do it. And I know they tell you at WW that it's a slippery slope from there, but I blocked those voices out in favor of not thinking about food for the rest of the weekend. And it was lovely.

But I'm back in the saddle today, because that's how it goes. I'm meeting my best friend after work today so I'll be at the gym during lunch, which I kinda hate but it's what I have to do. There are groceries to buy before I head home because the contents of my refrigerator translate into wretched food choices if I don't stock up. I'm easing up on the starches this week, instead favoring lean proteins, fruits and vegetables. I think it was all of the pasta over the weekend because my stomach is staging a revolt right now over it all.

Finally, I purchased these over the weekend and in addition to them being delightful leg-warming devices, they've managed to make me feel incredibly sexy to boot. They're not for wearing out of the house, at least not in my lifetime, but it's nice to walk around my apartment feeling hot.

Socks. Who knew?

Posted by Erin at 08:52 AM | filed under: Weigh in

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