7-1/2 weeks

I stepped on the scale at Weight Watchers 7 and a half weeks ago. I was surprised by the number that cocked its sassy head to the side and stared back at me but not because of how big it was. I was more surprised by how the number stared back at me, comfortable and at home. It had been there for a while and I just sort of started to accept it.

fuck.

fuck fuck fuck.

When I started, I was at my all time highest weight in my life. MY LIFE people. That's disturbing. In fact, I'm never going to be one of those people who just blurts out her weight, ever, so I will spare you the number and you can spare me the questions :) I will say this though, Im happy at how I've been trotting along since I joined. I've joined here and there and attended the first meeting and then avoided going altogether after that. The very first time I joined, I lost 56 lbs total. It changed my life for the better. I ran, and went to the gym. My arms looked nicer and my waist shrunk...my HIPS shrunk. In general, life was better because I looked and felt healthier. I want that again, and finally, I am being consistent and enthusiastic about this lifestyle change.

This time however, I want to document my travel a little better than the other times because I am 100 times more sincere than ever before. My health means more to me now that I have a 2 year to set an example for. I always worried that she would get picked on when she got older for her size, or that she would be insecure, like so many of us were at a younger age, and hate her body no matter how beautiful it was/is. As fate would have it, she does have some of my genes, but she also has Optic Nerve Hyperplasia and as a secondary disease, pituitary dwarfism (tech name.). She will, in effect, always have an enviable metabolism and tiny waistline. No vision but a killer body for a lifetime. What kind of a world do we live in? Anyway, my point is that my goal is to teach her how to be healthy so that she lives a life of such and passes it on to her children someday. I can't say that I had that same healthy lifestyle when I grew up.

Here we are, two years into parenthood and the heaviest I've ever been. I promise myself that I will be as candid and honest, as open and heartfelt as I can possibly be about my weight loss without actually giving my weight of course. I have so many new things I'm creating in the kitchen and I want to share them someplace. Here goes everything:


Week 0: ouch! time to suck it up and get on track.
Week 1: LOST -4.4
Week 2: GAINED +2.4
Week 3: LOST -5.2
Week 4: LOST -4
Week 5: LOST -0.6
Week 6: LOST -4.6

As of my seventh week I am down a total of 16.4 lbs since I started this whole thing and I couldn't be happier. let's face it, I joined the Weight Watcher program because I needed to be held accountable for that number on the scale. Nothing says loving like having a stranger-turned-confidante clap wen you lose a pound and a few ounces. I'm a visual person and a somewhat competitive girl as well. there's a reason my child likes applause and that's because I do too. I like when a room full of people applaud the work it takes to lose a pound and I love that I'm just as stoked about their weight loss too. This blog, this journal of sorts, is also a very visual way for me to talk (or rather type) through the things I want, like a glass of wine and chocolate when I have zero points left.

Enjoy or hate, but here I am.