I've changed my weigh-in day to Mondays as I tend to eat lightly during the week and need to use my banked points on the weekends when I'm more likely to eat out. So I weighed myself Thursday last week, reconfigured my weight and weigh-in stuff online, reduced last week's weight loss by one pound and hoped like hell eating all that food in Seattle wouldn't find me disappointed this morning when I went to the gym to start Week 8.
It didn't. I'm down to 196. That's 14 pounds since I started. I wish I could see physical results, it makes me crazy that I don't look thinner and none of my clothes feel loose after all that, but the scale is not lying. Must have faith. Must remember I was really a size 20 wearing size 18's. Must rejoice in the fact that there is no "bad" or forbidden food, there is only choosing wisely, which is why even though I ate pancakes and Chinese food and drank alcohol I still lost a pound over the weekend.
There's also converting others. Kymm joined Weight Watchers in part due to my success with it. I'm well aware there is very little more tedious than listening to someone yap on about their diet, but half the fun of WW is having friends write in with helpful hints on great low-cal alternatives, and to work out point values for odd foods not on the official list, and get that support group thing going on. So I'm actually glad for my own sake that so many of my friends are on it. You can be glad, too. It means I don't write about it here very often.
Oh, and hey: it snowed here today. I didn't see any, it was everywhere but the section of the peninsula I work in, but by all accounts it actually whitened large parts of the Bay Area. It was certainly cold enough for it. I foolishly left my hat at home and deeply regretted it each time I stepped outside. But I had a lovely snow experience up in Seattle so I don't mind missing out on it too much.
There was no snow when I went to my California history class tonight, and Wuthering Heights Community College would have some if it were still around. Instead, there was a great deal of mud and no decent parking at all. I didn't buy a parking pass this term so I have to skulk around (if one can skulk in a Mazda 626) looking for offsite parking that is closer than a mile away. I had such an excellent little place last term but everyone else discovered it, and the grace period is over for having no parking sticker. I shall have to get inventive.
Tomorrow: the gym, and my new regime. I have begun running on the treadmill. Only for five minutes at a time, but I'll build it up. I love to run, especially if I have music to listen to. The treadmill is dull, but I need more cardio, I hate climbing stairs, and those elliptical crosstrainer machines kind of scare me, besides always being occupied by teensy, overly fit women.
My goal is to build up my stamina so when spring arrives I can go running with my dog after work instead of slapping my feet down on the treadmill and staring at the big sweaty guy in front of me for half an hour. I think Jasper and I will both enjoy that.
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