Weight Watching (and Fighting)

I started back to Weight Watchers today. I had laid off for about 7 weeks because of so much happening during the summer. And I added about 6 pounds. So back I go.

My weight-alarm system is my clothes. When things start getting tight, then I wake up. Several years ago, after I lost 25 pounds and then paid about $250 to alter my business suits to fit my slimmed down frame, I vowed that I would not pay the tailor to make them bigger again. Over the last few weeks things started getting tight, and back I went to WW today, weighing in at 164. (My goal weight is 155.)

I know what to do at this point in my life. I just have to summon up the discipline to do it: write everything down; count the points; do the walks; limit breads and confine them to whole wheat in all events; cut the sweets to a couple of days a week, one serving per day, and in reasonable portion; eat slowly; drink plenty of water; get a good night's sleep; hit the veggies hard; attend the WW classes each week; and get Carol to make the no-point soup.

I did pretty well today, for the first day back on the wagon. I'll do better tomorrow. I can lose a pound a week if I just try a little. In nine weeks I should be at goal.

There is a lady in our group who started in March of 2007. As of today she's lost 67 pounds. She still has more to lose, maybe another 15 or 20 pounds, but does she look good. I hadn't seen her in about 8 weeks, and I almost did a double take when she walked in. WW definitely can work.

(Sean is working at it too. Go, Sean!)