Today I realized I have been on a diet for 17 months.
NO WONDER I'M SO FRIGGIN CRANKY!
I haven't written about Weight Watchers for a while in part because there hasn't been much to report. I hit a plateau about five pounds from my goal and have been going up a little/down a little ever since. This is not to say that WW stopped working. Think about it--at least I'm not going up a little/up a little more.
I actually met my goal for a brief moment a few weeks ago. But then I panicked, set my goal a little lower, and then promptly gained four pounds. I'm so over that. I've picked a number and I'm sticking to it and when I get there I am going to be happy with it. And at least I have lots of practice maintaining the weight!
Anyway, today I signed up for what had BETTER be my last 17-week at-work session. I missed last week's meeting, but I'd guess I am about two pounds away from goal. It's funny to think how easy it was (in hindsight, anyway) to lose more than three pounds in the first week. But the last five pounds are a bitch. I'm not sure why that is, but I'm not going to give up yet. (Maybe tomorrow.)
The back story:
Week one:
Freaking out.
Week two:
Famished.
Week five:
The first ten.
Week 10:
Fixated on cake.
Seven months:
Back to the Future.
Twelve months:
Finally 40!
