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.