The worst part about losing weight is that it takes forever. Now mind you, I didn’t put on this extra tonnange overnight, but the fact that it’s sticking with me so closely is mighty annoying. I understand that it will be a lifestyle change, continued effort and blah blah blah, but frankly, it’s just a pain in the ass.
The good part is that I do feel better, even if I haven’t lost that much weight. This morning I clocked in at 206.4, which is a grand total of five pounds since I first started this journey in July. Of course, I’ve gained and lost that weight twice since starting in July, so net net, I’m not really very far ahead. But I think those five pounds are really gone (I don’t think it’s water weight). Now that I’ve decided I’ve got to lose 50 pounds, I’m at 10 percent of goal. So that’s good.
But it’s so slow!!! What’s funny is that I don’t even mind counting points or cutting things out of my diet. What bugs is that it’s so slllllllloooooooooowwwwwwww. A day’s worth of effort doesn’t make a difference. It’s got to be a week. Three weeks. Ten years. I hate it.
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So I’m back on the Weight Watchers program, counting points and actually losing weight. I’m so fat now that I fortunately get 26 points a day, which I can of couse supplement with the handy Flex points the program offers to weak-willed folks like me who are still hungry.
A week ago today, I weighed 209.8; this morning, 207.2. Which, for me, is pretty good, considering that there were two pieces of million-point banana cream pie thrown in to the plan over the weekend. I can only imagine that I would have done better had I not succumbed to the tasty glory of cream and pastry.
It feels good to be doing something, at last, with a prospective of success. Although it’s going to take a LONG time to lose the weight, and the progress will be slow, I feel positive that something is going my way.
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