I think Weight Watchers is out to get me...

Many of you know that I started Weight Watchers back in September.  Yep, September.  I have lost 20.2 pounds...woohoo.  That's great, right?  Well, I lost most of that by December.  Since December?  About 1 pound down.  This is because, as expected, I gained a little around the holidays.  I only gained .8 of a pound.  I was pretty proud of myself with that.  If I hadn't been on W squared (that's what I call it), I would have pretty much been guaranteed a 5 lb gain.  So with the program in the back of my mind, I only slightly overate...not the normal gorging and binge drinking that I usually enjoy around the holidays.

Since then, I have grown weary of the program.  It works.  It does.  But I am so sick of writing it all down.  And when I do write it down, I have been guesstimating.  Like that was about a half a cup of Cheez Its  (when I am pretty certain that I just polished off an easy 2 cups). Right?
So basically I go weight in every week knowing full well that I barely followed the program.  Then I get pissed if I gain.  What do I expect to happen?

Also, I am only 5'4".  As I mentioned in a previous post, when I started the program my first goal was just to move from "obese" to "overweight".  Oh yes folks, I was OBESE.  
Now, I am only overweight.  Sounds good to me.  Better than obese.

And sometimes I feel like WW is out to get me.  Out to rob me of the joys that I have in life.  There are few things that really give me great joy.  They are my children (of course), but also good food and drink (including coffee, beer, and/or wine).  So you see, I feel like WW wants to take this food and drink from me and replace it with excessive amounts of 0 point soup and sugar free jello.  Damn them.  They also tell you to stay away from "food rewards" when you have a good loss.  Well screw that.  I can tell you that the minute I left that place after a big loss, I ate with reckless abandon for approximately the next 24 hours.  Then I would get right back on track...kind of.

Just this week they sent me a postcard saying they missed me.  Awww, ain't that sweet.  Sorry, the feeling isn't mutual.  They also said to "March" right on back to the meetings.  How clever.  But I will.  I will head back and try to lose a little more before I have to face dreaded swimsuit season.

So it is the constant battle.  A battle between me and WW.  A battle between me and the snacks that I enjoy so much. 
Here's to hoping that I can eventually win this battle.  Because as of late I just surrender and wave the white flag.