Had my first weigh in for two weeks yesterday and I am now officially down to 17 st 1 lb, a total of 13 lbs lost since May 4.
That's so close to a stone (14 lbs)as makes no difference, so I'm really pleased with that, especially as I had an up-and-down week last week which included pizzas and Chinese food and loveliness like that.
It's a weird thing being weighed, I get quite nervous about it. As I go to a Monday meeting I start thinking about it on Friday and all through the weekend.
The Weight Watchers meeting I go to is in a room in a church, which is kind of appropriate if, like me, you're hoping for a miracle.
When I get there I always make sure I go to the loo first, take all the change out of my pocket, make sure I'm not wearing any heavy jumpers or thick socks, take my watch off and breathe out all the air in my body to give myself the best chance of shaving off another half a pound.
There's no challenging the scales either, it's a bit like the referee's decision, there is no appeal process. You can't get a second go, you have to accept what it says in black and LCD.
Luckily so far I have been down every week, but it can be soul destroying when you've been starving yourself all week and running up and down the M32 three times a day to find you've lost just half a pound, or nothing at all.
Worst of all is seeing you have put weight on. I crumble at that. The only thing to cure that level of misery is a BK double whopper with cheese, and onion rings. But it doesn't really help.
I've also signed up to the Weight Watchers website which apparently has lots of useful resources for people like me. I shall check it out and report back.
I reckon they could probably do with a decent blog on it though! So I shall see if I can find one to recommend to them.
1 comment:
Whoop whoop, well done you.
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