What I’ve been doing isn’t working. I gained 8 pounds while I was away from my Weight Watchers meetings, and while it would be easy to hang my head in shame and waddle away into an abyss of junk food and self-loathing, I’ve decided not to do that. Big surprise there, huh? 😉
I’ve gotten comments lately (that I haven’t published) suggesting that I give up, admit defeat, have surgery and/or accept that I’ll always be fat. Those folks have a right to their opinions, but they don’t carry any weight here.
I’ve also gotten comments on Facebook saying to lose the scale, but the fact remains that my biggest focus has been (and needs to be once again) on healthy living with a focus on weight-loss. And it’s glaringly obvious that I need the scale to help me stay accountable.
Weight-loss is what I want.
Feeling good in my clothes is what I want.
Believing my boyfriend when he tells me I’m pretty is what I want.
Looking in the mirror and realizing that I’m doing what it takes again is what I want.
So I will…..track my food intake (every bite) in my little Weight Watchers tracker. I will exercise at least 5 times (I think I need to do something more intense than shredding if I want to reach this goal so I’ll hit the gym as well) and focus on reaching my immediate goals.
My goal for the next month is to lose 14 pounds. It’s a lofty goal, and I’ll be proud of myself if I get close to it. But I cannot see beyond those 14 pounds so I’ll worry about everything else later. For now, my goal in numbers is 14. Losing 14 pounds will bring me to my lowest recorded Weight Watchers weight – the point in which I looked like this:
I don’t know what to do except try again. I’d ask you to wish me luck, but I think it’s strength and willpower and discipline that I need. And that has to come from inside myself. But hey, you can wish me luck anyway.