Success feels good.
(a 500 word post)
This week, I was able to go back to my usual weight watchers meeting. Weigh-in Wednesday has been my stability since the beginning of January.
As mentioned earlier, last week was a little disappointing, but not unexpected with the crap I ate. I knew this week would be better. According to my scale I had hit my 10% goal. But at home, I don’t have my “official weigh in” outfit. I can never remember the difference between my scale at home and the scale at the meeting.
I always use the same scale at the meeting and wear the same outfit. I am not sure what I am going to do when this current one no longer fits (because it is falling off my bones)…but I don’t have that problem yet.
I walked into the meeting and set my things down and got in line to weigh in. I was surprised that the woman who weighed me last Friday was at this meeting because she normally isn’t. She remembered me and how I was a little blue that I had gained and not lost-but that I also said that it worked out for the best because I wanted to celebrate with my home meeting.
I got on the scale.
I made my goal. Actually, I kinda crushed it.
I lost the 1.2 I gained the week before AND ANOTHER half a pound on top of that. To date, I have lost 20.6 pounds.
I got the bling. I have a charm that says 10% on it.
But wait, there is more.
I also got a charm that says 4, for 4 months’ worth of meetings.
And..
(I know right)
And…
a 5 pound sticker in my book!
I danced and cheered and had all sorts of fun behind that little scale wall.
I put my shoes back on and went next door to Starbucks and got a Trenta, black, unsweet tea to celebrate. (not really, I have one of those almost every day and then drink water the rest of the time).
The best thing was telling the meeting what I have learned and what is working for me. I told them I EVEN had cake and STILL lost 2.2 pounds. I also told them that I don’t track, I do a modified simply living…
…which means I am doing something completely outside of what their books are telling them.
It means that I don’t buy the carb laden food that weight watchers creates and sells.
I don’t eat much fruit anymore, maybe a “lunchbox” size apple (which used to be the normal sized apple) and when I see a honey crisp apple that is as big as my head, I kind a freak out, but, that used to be my nightly snack.
1 apple that could easily count as 3. I ate one every night with peanut butter.
WHAT?
It was “healthy”.
I cannot even think of the sugar that was in the super-now normal apple I ate every day.
SO, I made it!
Now I have to make it again…
Here is to another 10%-this time I hope to get there before August.
Molly J. McMahan 