I don't know why, but I'm always all sorts of private when it comes to dieting and that sort of thing. I am not, and will not post my weight in numbers on the internet. I realize that makes me crazy since everyone does it nowadays.
But I? I just can't. Not yet, anyways. [Baby steps...]
What I will tell you is that over the last few weeks I'd been thinking about the fact I needed to be more proactive about my body. The last of the baby weight needed to be shed, and the excuses--well, they were just that. Excuses.
A few weeks ago my sister and I decided to check into doing Weight Watchers online. I know. If you're anything like me, you probably think WW is for total lame-o's. So, I brushed those feelings aside, sucked it up, looked into the deal--and on a whim, paid for my membership.
And as freakin' cliche as it sounds---I started this whole weight-loss "journey" (also: cliche) on the first Monday of the new year. Like every other fatty and their mom. [No offense to Moms. I AM ONE. Hence, extra weight. Hello jiggly belly.]
And ya know what?
After week one passed, and I had some weight loss, I decided this was much less lame than I had first imagined it would be.
I didn't feel deprived. In fact, I was full. Often. I was eating better, but I wasn't stuffing my face with only lettuce and carrots. [Which is the main reason I hate diets. I love good food. Who doesn't?]
That's the beauty of the program. For real.
I've been at this for nearly three weeks now.
And? I've eaten pizza, and stromboli, and cheesesteaks and ::gasp:: Chick-Fil-A.
I've also eaten a lot of good things. Better choices. More well-rounded meals. I watch my portions. Think about what goes in my mouth
(no funny jokes, PleaseandThankyou). Eat lots of fresh produce, and have made things that were absolutely delicious and I even managed to sneak mushrooms in a meal without my husband knowing (until halfway through). I still call that success in my book.
I've managed to take off about 10lbs so far.
I feel better. My clothes fit better. In fact, my jeans are sagging off my rear end now.
It's kind of nice.
I've been keeping my measurements too. I've lost inches in places like my arms, my waist, and my thighs. My 'chest'? Well. You can blame nursing for the lack of change there.
But, still. It feels good.
I am anti-diets. Not kidding. I hate them. Loathe them with every inch of me.
But this? Feels so easily manageable.
I'm gonna keep going and see what can happen. For now I have about 18 more pounds that would be really nice to lose. After that? I'll reassess.
So, I thought I'd fill you in on the weight issue.
I'm definitely under pre-baby weight now, but my pre-baby self still needed to lose weight.
That's where I'm at.
Its about time I tell the internetz all about my weight loss journey, since, well--I'm honest about almost everything else.
Also? I know I'm not alone. I realize that a ton of you are also trying to shed some pounds. Heck, maybe you're using Weight Watchers like me. Maybe we can be a support system for each other or something.
So, that's my story. And maybe? Just maybe I'll be brave enough to post some before and after pictures one day.
**For the record, Weight Watchers isn't sponsoring me or anything--or paying me to write about this. Although, I wish they were. Hey Weight Watchers people, do you hear me?? Waive my monthly fee, please, k, thanks.