Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Week three is long gone, and I'm sorry to say I completely lost it over the last week and a half. We've been eating out and indulging. When my weigh-in day came last Thursday, I ignored the scale.

That's because on Wednesday night I did the pre-weigh-in weigh-in.

Whenever I am on a diet program, I always weigh myself the night before I have to pay the piper. I need to be mentally prepared for a let down if there will be one. More often than not, when my pre-weigh-in indicated a gain, I would skip out on the official weigh-in. I then spent the next week trying to undo the damage.

So this morning, I got on the scale. Surprisingly, I had only put one pound back on. Depsite the Dim Sum pig out, the steak dinner on date night, the late night ice cream. Phew.

So I am back on track now. I am changing my weigh-in day to Monday - maybe that way I'll behave better on the weekend.

But I am taking a weekend pass for Stampede. I mean, c'mon, who can pass up the funnel cakes?

Friday, June 15, 2007

Week 2 is over! Yesterday was my weigh-in and I really wasn't feeling very confident. My MIL came into town and things sort of went wonky around here. She makes these cookies - Jewish people call them ruggeleh, or ruggies for short - and they are divine. Crescent shaped doughy cookies filled with jam and chocolate chips. The minute I see them, I can feel my hips expanding. Damn her!

So I indulged in one or two. Or was it four or five? Doesn't matter, I indulged. Crap.

Still, I managed to lose another 2 pounds this week. Good enough for me.

Last week, I promised I would indulge my new goal. So here it is: I will be under 200 pounds by Mason's first day of school.

I can't believe I'm going to say this, but when I started 2 weeks ago, I was 229. I know, I know, I don't look a pound over 220. I get that all the time.

That gives me 11 weeks to lose 24 pounds. I can surely manage 2.18 pounds per week. It may be hard to track, since my scale measures in absolutes and I won't know if I lost 2 pounds, or 2.06, or 2.18. So I'll just aim for 2. That's not an insurmountable goal.

Especially since the ruggies are almost gone, and I have forbidden myself to buy any flour and empower her to make more. Yes, everyone will have to suffer. If they need a fix, I have a spoon, a jar of jam and a bag of chocolate chips. Go crazy.

Friday, June 8, 2007

Well, yesterday was my "weigh-in" day. I can't say I wasn't nervous about it. I knew that if the scale didn't move, I would be in the grocery store before you could say All Dressed Ruffles. I knew that I would be cranky and disillusioned all day. I knew that if that there was no weight loss, it would be a long time before I would try again.

That's a whole lotta pressure on a little LED screen.

I had a little mental talk with myself before I tapped it on.

"Don't take it out the kids."
"You're due to get your period so don't expect miracles."
"Even one pound is a good start."

And then I did it. I stepped on the scale and averted my eyes. I think I even squeezed them shut and said a little prayer.

Week #1, I lost 4 lbs.!!!

Now, to anyone who is thinking "The first 10 pounds is just water", please keep it to yourself. Four pounds is a victory regardless of where it comes from. Four pounds of water is just as encouraging, as valuable, and as deserved as four pounds of fat.

To be perfectly honest, it wasn't that much of a struggle. I ate well, I ate healthy, and I ate regularly - which has always been my downfall.

So WW is clearly the plan for me. I am actually looking forward to my next week - and the many weeks after that. I have set a realistic goal, and I'll share that next week. Stay tuned....

Friday, June 1, 2007

I must be out of my mind.

Yesterday, I decided to go back on the weight watchers program. It worked so well for me before, so it seemed only right to give it another go.

This morning, I decided to stop smoking. I slapped on a patch and I'm waiting for it to kick in.

So I'm trying to diet and quit smoking at the same time.

Like I said: out of my mind.

Fortunately, the patch will help with the jitters and withdrawal. It's a strange little crutch, but it works. But I find myself rubbing it during the day in a useless effort to get more nicotine through my skin. The patch is not like a toothpase tube: you can't squeeze anything more out of it.

Day one of the diet went pretty smoothly. Except for the head games. Some people would call it a change of thinking, but in my head, it`s just an endless conversation about points.

I thought I would approach my first day differently than I did the last time I tried WW. Instead of checking the points before I decided what to eat, I would decide what to eat and then check the points.

Having done this before, I already knew some point values. But I had to start weighing and measuring everything again. One roast beef sandwich on a small dinner roll looks very lost on a dinner plate. A WW leader once suggested that putting your food on a smaller dish would trick your mind into thinking you were getting more food.

I have no idea whose brain she was referring to, but it was not mine. My brain knows it is getting short -changed. My stomach is fine with it, but the cerebral support is lacking. Tummy has to go it alone.

And there was another problem. The last time I did WW, I started in winter. By the time iced capp and frappucino season came along, I was well into the program and closing in on my goal. This time, I am already addicted.

So the search starts for low-point alternative. No matter how badly I want an iced cap, I am not willing to skip a meal to have it. I think I may have found something - the berry boost at second cup. Only 3 points! Half the points and twice the cost of an iced capp. So it will be a rare treat.

Wish me luck. I just want to tell everyone two things: 1) I am sorry if I am a bear over the next couple of weeks; and 2) please don't look at me funny when I try to smoke my carrot stick. Brain & tummy are fighting....