Weight Watchers Weigh In | Week 5
I joined Weight Watchers and attended my first meeting 5 weeks ago. Part of me feels like I should keep this a secret, because part of me feels like I shouldn’t need a program to eat sensibly and keep the weight off, or worse, what if I fail at this like I have with other programs. But before my brain thinks, the big mouth part of me spills it. And I think this is best. Spilling the beans creates accountability, and it makes friends and family aware, which will hopefully lead to support in social situations.
Sadly, I have to admit that I already stumbled a bit. The first few days I tracked and did very well. Then the weekend showed up, tech week for Romeo and Juliet came, and I slacked. It was still in the back of my mind, so I was more concious about what and how much I ate, but I was not diligent. The next four weeks I weighed in every other week, managing to eek out a .8 lb loss each time.
Last week I headed to a new location, one just up the street from me, with renewed sense of determination. I am sick of this cycle I’m on which does nothing but leave me depressed and loathing myself. I’m paying for this program, I’m going to make it work for me. So I got very friendly with my tracker over the past week, successfully tracking most of my intake for 6 out of 7 days. I felt the hunger pains, but I was determined to succeed.
Yesterday I stepped on the scale, praying I didn’t gain. Praying that my focus and diligence would pay off.
“You’re down 1.8 pounds. Good job,” the receptionist said, sticking the printout to my book and handing it back to me with a smile. “Have a good week.”
1.8 lbs…in one week. 3.4 lbs so far!
“Thank you,” I said back, and added a silent ‘I will’ in my head.
