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Tomorrow is my weigh-in day, the culmination of two weeks on the Core plan. I’m not sure how I’ll do this week. Last week, I was confident the scale would show a loss, but this week feels like there’s been more off-plan eating. You see, this week marked the arrival of a certain time of the month, and there has been some rather a lot of food-based emotional support. And let’s face it, baby carrots, however adorable they may be, are not comforting. Neither are salads or non-creamy soups. So tomorrow should be interesting. How do you handle your period week? Are you more likely to eat for emotional reasons? Or have you conquered this particular demon? If you have, I’d love to hear how you did it. Wish me luck for tomorrow and for a better week on Core next week.
Now, I know that this has a unique meaning to those in the UK, but for me, right now, it is how I’m feeling about my water. I have – for the first time in my weight loss journey of 10+ years – actually been drinking ALL of the recommended water, if not more.
Boy, am I getting awfully familiar with my bathroom these days.
The best part, though, was a complete surprise. Remember how I said that I was ALWAYS hungry when I was on program? Well, apparently it was because I wasn’t getting enough water. Yup. I’m such a dunce that I mistook thirst for hunger. Sigh. But I’m awfully happy not to be hungry all the time half way through the first week. I sure hope this keeps up!
I have to admit, I am very curious to see the effect on my weight when I weigh in on Thursday. I haven’t really been doing anything else different, just making sure that I’m drinking my water each day. Baby steps, baby steps. Even if I gain, I will count this week as a success if I drink all of my water every day.
So far, so good.
I work out with my iPod on an elliptical trainer and I’ve put together a playlist called “Music to Sweat By”. Most of it is dance music–Play That Funky Music, White Boy, e.g.–or Techno mixes. You know, anything up-tempo that will keep me moving. I set the iPod to shuffle, pop in the earbuds, and off I go. At some point when I was putting my playlist together, I must have gotten bored, because today, just as I was hitting my stride and starting to sweat, the Wonka Welcome Song from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory came on. It has a surprisingly good beat. Also, it made me smile. Any pleasant surprises in your exercise routine?
Yay Jen! So awesome that you have lost 1.8! That is GREAT week!
So I weighed in on Thurday… The big result? I had gained .2 pounds. Usually I would purse my lips, shake my head, and grumble about water or some such… but this time it was a gain of .2 pounds over 10 weeks. WAHOO!
So today I settled in a bit and looked over what my weigh in’s had been… I began on 11/8/07 at 237.8 Hmmmm my weigh in for 4/17/08 was 237.2! So now, in my perverse little mind I can have a double celebration because I am still net down .6 lbs! Yay!
I am soo right there with you Jen, on not feeling comfortable in my skin. I keep looking down at my body in surprise, and even disgust. This is not my body. This is not who I am. I have dreams of hiking, biking, walking, climbing – all of these active things that I cannot do right now with my family. And it is breaking my heart that I am being excluded from simple activities because they don’t think I can do it. And worse, they are right. So… my goal here is to be active and healthy.
Sigh. It is the story of my weight loss journey. A little up. A little down. It is time to take it all down. I will CELEBRATE every tenth of a pound I lose. EVERY SINGLE ONE! And I will not have unrealistic expectations. I want to lose 6 lbs a week like my husband can… but I have got to come to grips with the realization that I am not my husband. I am me… and I have a bitch of a time losing weight.
So, I need to actually give my self over and (GASP!) follow the rules. This is NOT my strong point. I have forever been the one who would rather reinvent the wheel than follow the simple rules put in place. But now I have to channel Yoda – I have tried. I have failed. But I need to remember that there is no try. There is do, or do not. So, I will do. I need to track. I need to switch to whole grains. But first, I need to drink water. So, whether I gain or lose, whether I do anything else this week on core, I will drink my water. So far, so good. Thursday I began carrying around a water bottle that needs to be filled and emptied into me at least twice a day. Preferably three. And for Thursday and Friday, I did good. I still need to get through my first bottle today, but I’m on track. As long as I have had my water each day this week, whatever the scale says, that is my first success. My first “DO” is drink my water every day.
And then when this is all over, my ultimate goal is to make my hubby’s eyes pop out of his head when I get on that dress and heels for a night out. It’s been way too long since that has happened.
Saturday is the day I go to Weight Watchers. My DH watches the kids and I head over there after breakfast to face the scale. Surprisingly, I was looking forward to going today. I’ve been doing Core all week and, with the exception of running out of “extra” points by Wednesday, I felt I’d done okay. I mean, I drank a lot of water this week, and I managed 10 whole activity points! All my hard work paid off–I posted a 1.8 lb loss! Yay me! I’m going to stick with Core another week and see if I can keep this up. 
How was your week? Good? Bad?
It is the day before my “first” weigh in, after having been off the wagon, so to speak. I have no idea why I am sitting here, fearing a small electronic device. Maybe it is because I have spent so much time watching it move in minute increments up and down. I seem to stay the same weight, regardless. I’ll go down as much as 5 or 6 pounds. And then gain it back in a week. Stay on a plateau for a while. Lose 2 pounds. Gain 1/2 a pound. And so on. I really need to break this cycle. The funny thing is, I know it isn’t Weight Watchers that is the problem. I just don’t like to say that the problem is me. I know that I cook good food. Not fatty food – usually. Good, WW approved, low fat food. But somewhere along the line, I am eating too much. Or not good things.
I love waffles. I love bread with butter. Add nut butter, and I’m in heaven. When I crave a snack it is bread that I want. Or chocolate. But chocolate cannot live in my house. The last time I tried to have chocolate in the house it was gone in less than 2 days. Sigh. I have had to come to the conclusion that bread is not my friend. I want it. I love it. I crave it. I cannot control it. But I cannot simply remove bread from my house. I have children that I need to be making lunches for, and they eat the waffles from the toaster most mornings for breakfast… But I have to be really honest here… I don’t need to eat the waffles. And I don’t need to have the English Muffins (oh sweet temptation!).
The other thing that I am realizing is that I go back for seconds. On the flex plan I lose faith because I consistently go over points. I GET HUNGRY! I am hungry a lot on flex. Really hungry. I don’t do hungry well – just ask the extra hundred pounds hanging out on my lush Rubinesque body. But with core, I just don’t like not having bread! (see above) Or figuring out how to fit in chocolate and ice cream on occasion. The sad thing is that once I get it into my head that I am being deprived, I NEED TO EAT. So I was just getting started on the Core plan. Good point? It is forcing me to find alternatives to the foods I usually eat. Good alternatives. Bad thing? I eat when I should not. I go back for seconds because I want to eat, not because I am hungry. Getting in touch with my “inner hunger” is proving to be a challenge.
Some one just beat me over the head. Please?
So. Tomorrow. Me. The scale. The paper – I don’t like the paper when it tells me I have gained weight. Hopefully the person behind the desk will be someone I don’t know. I haven’t been back since the person to weigh me in was Jessica from my old city college. Looking slim and lovely. (She lost a whole 25 lbs to be behind the desk. Pardon me – I apparently have fat prejudice. I need to see someone need to lose at least 75 pounds before I start to feel like they might get the place I am in.) There I stood, fat, in my sweats, having gained 2 pounds, covered in baby snot, and toting a toddler. Sigh. Life is just not fair. But – I will go back. I will weigh in, and I WILL get past 10 pounds this time! And perhaps if I have to stare at her pert little self each week, I will be more inspired to not be a fat slob. One can hope. I’ll post the scale reading tomorrow. Will I be 235? 240? Gasp 245? Who knows.
The suspense is killing me.
Literally.
I’m not comfortable in my body. My skin feels too tight and I don’t like the way certain parts of me jiggle when I walk. My knees hurt. I fear that my fatness will kill me one day. I suffer from sleep apnea. I have dreamed on more than one occasion that someone was strangling me and I couldn’t breathe. I know that it’s because I had stopped breathing in my sleep. I’ve been lucky. I still wake up in the morning.
I’ve been doing Weight Watchers since the Fall of 2006. I lost about 24 pounds by January, 2007. I felt great, but I still had a lot to lose. I quit smoking in February, and I stopped dropping pounds. I got frustrated and “took a break” from WW, and also from quitting smoking. I smoked and ate almost what I wanted all summer. In November, I quit smoking again. I was depressed over the holidays. In January this year I decided to go back to WW. I had gained all but 3 of the 24 pounds back.
I now have eleven weeks of meetings under my belt but only a 6.4 pound weight loss to show for it. Clearly I have not been applying myself. This week I decided to switch from the Flex plan (where you count the points value of every bite you take) to the Core plan (following a specific list of food and tuning in to your hunger signals). Core is difficult for me and in the last six days I’ve realized why–it forces you to change the way you eat in a way the Flex does not.
It’s been a tough week. There’s been chocolate (not Core), McDonald’s food (definitely not Core), and ice cream (can you see where I’m going with this?). But, until I went over my weekly points allowance (on McDonald’s day), I kept track of every single extra point I ate. I didn’t eat much bread. I only had McDonald’s one day this week. I changed the way I do my morning coffee. Tiny changes, small steps.
My oldest friend is also struggling with her weight and is also doing Weight Watchers. Ideally, we would go to meetings together, go grocery shopping together, workout together. But she is on the left coast and I am on the right. Weight loss is a journey, made by taking one tiny step at a time. This blog is born of our desire to support each other, to make this journey in tandem. Won’t you join us?
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