It's time for a change. A big change. Specifically, from a big me to a wee me. Not just a wee me, though. A healthy me. Happy me. Green me. Driven, loving, excited, enthusiastic, grab the devil by the horns and f(x) him up the asymptote me. (That was a bit of a derailed flashback to pre-calculus at the community college during junior year of high school there. Apologies.)
I joined Weight Watchers. There. It's out there, now. On the world wide web for anybody to read should they stumble upon my little virtual nook.
Since joining (and starting) on Monday, I have been spending time perusing their website. I track my Points online (admittedly, I have a difficult time eating all of them -- 31). I search for recipes and plan my days. The message boards have proven to be of particular interest. Through it I have discovered the blog of a Ms. Kate and have found it -- and those of the friends of hers that I have visited -- to be particularly...inspirational. (Not part of which is because it is a joy -- yes, a joy! -- to read the words of someone who has a firm grasp on the English language and its proper use. Wait, that's not right. She has far more than a firm grasp -- a mastery, if you will.)
She mentioned that when she first joined WW, she hesitated to show the world her starting weight / current weight / goal weight (it shows up below the user name when a person posts something on a message board) but then realized that she was hiding from her weight. I felt precisely the same way. (In fact, it's alarming how much of what she has said in her journaling has resonated deeply with me.) And so I decided to take a page from her...blog...and get it out there. My starting weight was 242. My goal weight is 137 [smack dab in the middle of my "healthy weight" range for my age (23) and height (5'7")]. My current weight, after five days of staying on plan (OP), drinking what feels like troughs of water and running to pee every 45 minutes: 237.
I resisted the urge to run upstairs and weigh myself all week. I wanted to wait until Monday (my weigh-in day) to see the grand total, but I couldn't help it. My heart was racing while I waited for the five seconds to tick away (fast enough, in fact, for the blood pressure test that followed was "inconclusive"). And when that number appeared -- 237.0 -- the biggest, goofiest grin broke out on my face.
That's when I knew: if it felt this...incredible!...to lose five pounds, then losing ONE HUNDRED and five pounds will be nothing short of extraordinary. Life-changing.
And yes, that was a "will be". Not "would be". WILL BE. I'm done with the current me. In fact, I'm so done with the current me that I wouldn't even call her "current", anymore.
I joined Weight Watchers. There. It's out there, now. On the world wide web for anybody to read should they stumble upon my little virtual nook.
Since joining (and starting) on Monday, I have been spending time perusing their website. I track my Points online (admittedly, I have a difficult time eating all of them -- 31). I search for recipes and plan my days. The message boards have proven to be of particular interest. Through it I have discovered the blog of a Ms. Kate and have found it -- and those of the friends of hers that I have visited -- to be particularly...inspirational. (Not part of which is because it is a joy -- yes, a joy! -- to read the words of someone who has a firm grasp on the English language and its proper use. Wait, that's not right. She has far more than a firm grasp -- a mastery, if you will.)
She mentioned that when she first joined WW, she hesitated to show the world her starting weight / current weight / goal weight (it shows up below the user name when a person posts something on a message board) but then realized that she was hiding from her weight. I felt precisely the same way. (In fact, it's alarming how much of what she has said in her journaling has resonated deeply with me.) And so I decided to take a page from her...blog...and get it out there. My starting weight was 242. My goal weight is 137 [smack dab in the middle of my "healthy weight" range for my age (23) and height (5'7")]. My current weight, after five days of staying on plan (OP), drinking what feels like troughs of water and running to pee every 45 minutes: 237.
I resisted the urge to run upstairs and weigh myself all week. I wanted to wait until Monday (my weigh-in day) to see the grand total, but I couldn't help it. My heart was racing while I waited for the five seconds to tick away (fast enough, in fact, for the blood pressure test that followed was "inconclusive"). And when that number appeared -- 237.0 -- the biggest, goofiest grin broke out on my face.
That's when I knew: if it felt this...incredible!...to lose five pounds, then losing ONE HUNDRED and five pounds will be nothing short of extraordinary. Life-changing.
And yes, that was a "will be". Not "would be". WILL BE. I'm done with the current me. In fact, I'm so done with the current me that I wouldn't even call her "current", anymore.
1 comment:
Thanks for the nice comments and the shout out on the blog. :-)
I'm sure you'll do great on Weight Watchers! You certainly have the right attitude!
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