Yesterday was my second Weight Watchers meeting (for this go-round, anyway). I knew I had done pretty well: I’d stayed on the program (despite a road trip to Edmonton to visit my BFF), and usually you get a pretty dramatic result the first week. So I had a figure in mind, around four or five pounds, I guessed. But I was wrong. I was SO wrong.
Are you ready for it? I lost 7.4 pounds, which puts me back to a place in which I feel much more comfortable – that is, at a weight that actually begins with a 1, not a 2. And as happy as I am about it, I’m also – frankly – somewhat stunned. 7.4 pounds is a lot of weight to lose in one week, by anyone’s reckoning, and especially by the reckoning of Weight Watchers, who advocate a reasonable, healthy 1-2 pound loss per week. And don’t worry, I won’t get my sights set on that big number: I know from the last time I did this, that my weight loss will end up averaging out to about 1-2 pounds per week. I’ll have some super-duper weeks (like last week) and some crappy ones, where I plateau or – gasp – even gain a bit.
But that’s okay, that’s how it’s supposed to go. So although I think I’m fairly pragmatic about my whopper week in the grand scheme of things, I’m still sanguine overall. Think about it: at this point I’ve already lost one-fifth of the 35 pounds I wanted to lose! Pretty soon I’ll be at my 5% target (10 pounds) at which point most people will realize significant health benefits and most will also, incidentally, go down by one pants’ size. Can I get a woo-hoo? Then my next milestone, once I’ve lost 20 pounds, will be my 10% target – about which they make a really big deal at Weight Watchers, handing out swag in a little ceremony in front of your fellow members. I know this because I’ve been there before…
In the end, what really matters is that I’m feeling good: about my progress, about my prospects, and about the truly delicious and healthy foods I’m eating (trust me: grilled asparagus, cous-cous and chicken breast really is soooo much better than chips, candy, pizza and booze. Really!)
I’m looking forward to saying good-bye (again) to “fat me”: