I’ve been a bad girl for the past little while.
That is, I haven’t been entirely honest with you.
I have, in fact, been hiding a dark, nasty little secret. But now it’s time to come clean. I’m nervous though, and a little bit ashamed, so be kind, okay? Okay. I can do this. Are you ready? Can I tell you the truth? Ummmm….okay…here goes:
I have GAINED. BACK. TWENTY. POUNDS.
Twenty-three and change, to be precise. Yup, a few months of slacking and then a few more months of utter hedonism, and even my size 12s (that I bought when the size 10s got too snug for comfort) were too tight.
REALITY CHECK. Time to go back to Weight Watchers.
So, a week and a half ago, I rejoined. My leader extraordinaire remembered me and welcomed me back warmly, and I weighed in at 188.6. ONE-EIGHTY-EIGHT! In fact, at my lightest, about 1.5 years ago, I weighed a measly 158. But I could never maintain that and stayed pretty steady at 165 for a while. I should have made that my WW goal and earned lifetime membership at 165. But I didn’t. I was vain, and I thought I could hit the elusive 155. My WW leader told me to set my goal at 165. She told me it was unrealistic to expect to weigh what I weighed at 21 (actually, I weighed more at 21, but that’s not the point). And she was right. And I have paid the price.
So the 165 blossomed to 175, where I remained fairly contentedly for a few months. I shouldn’t have been content, but I was.
But this…this is different. This the breaking point. This is where I say enough is enough.
So I know you want to know I did in my first week back at Weight Watchers. Well, I’ll let my membership book tell the tale:
Yes, you read that right…it’s a record-breaking six pounds! Now, before you go all crazy about it, let me tell you that this is NOT. TYPICAL. Nor do I expect to maintain it. But am I happy? Will I take it? Darn tootin’ I will. Let’s see how I do in week 2. I’m hoping for at least one pound.
I’ll let you know next Thursday!