Tag: weight watchers

Saturday Morning

It’s 6:30am on Saturday and I’m awake. I’m out of bed. I’m not at all happy about it, but I am. We are getting ready to go to our weight watchers meeting.

I think I did okay this week. The between meal snacking seems to have gone up a little, but the actual meal time portions were generally way down. Hopefully it all evened out. I did not get any exercise in though, and that is upsetting. I need to start incorporating more of that if I want to keep getting good results.

I’m not sure what to expect today. I could be down. I could be up. It probably won’t be much either way. I’m not worried about it though because I feel like I did a decent job this week. If the numbers aren’t there today they will work out eventually.

I’m still staying positive.

Weight Watchers Weigh In

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The Mighty Spicket River was shocked to see that I was down 3.6 pounds last week for a nine week total of 31.6 pounds! It must be because of all the raking I did yesterday. Next stop is 40 pounds!

Bad Dieter

I’ve sucked at Weight Watchers this week.  Over the weekend I was feeling really sick and I had a moment of pathetic weakness.  I had candy.  Twice.  Two big Cadbury bars.  I felt bad.  I felt shame.  Damn if they weren’t the most delicious pieces of chocolate I’ve ever consumed, but I really did feel bad.

Last night the bad dieter struck again.  We were out running errands and both of us were really hungry.  There was a 99 Restaurant right there so we went for dinner.  I could have been good.  In fact I almost was.  I got a grilled chicken breast instead of my usual steak.  Not good, but better than it could have been.  I then lost control and got buffalo tenders as an appetizer, and to make matters worse I ended up eating half of Jen’s dinner when she decided she was full.

To make matters even more worse, go on and ask me how much exercise I’ve done over the past week.  Go on, ask me.  The answer?  None.  The closest I’ve come to using the treadmill was yelling at the cat to get off of it.

This has been a bad week for me, weight watchers wise.  I need to step it up or my total weight loss of 28 pounds is going to be a lot smaller come Saturday’s check in.

Weight Watchers Weigh In

We just came home from our weigh in. After being sick for most of the week and being in a state of constant hungry horror, I was down 0.4 pounds for an eight week total of 28 pounds. I was afraid I’d be up this week, so I am happy.

Hopefully the cold will be gone next week and I’ll be able to get myself exercising again, and that should help me drop a little more. For now I am 0.4 pounds closer to being skinny. (hehe)

Jen didn’t check in last week because she was too sick to go. Today, she was down 1.2 pounds! Awesome work, Jen!

What’s the Old Saying?

What was that old saying?

Feed a fever, starve a cold? Or was it Starve a fever, feed a cold?

Because I have a nasty case of the hungry horrors, which is difficult because I can barely keep my eyes open. I don’t have a fever, so should I be starving myself or fattening up for the long haul?

I’m still sticking to weight watchers simply filling plan though. Still trying at least. The hungry horrors are making portion control a real challenge.

Weigh In Results

I’m surprised right now. I was down 0.8 pounds this week for a seven week total of 27.6.

We ate out a number of times last weekend. I honestly expected to have gained weight this week. I am pleased right now.

The Downside of Losing Weight

This morning I discovered the one downside of losing weight.  There is exactly one downside.  One and only one downside.  There are no other downsides than this.

I lost a lot of weight just prior to our wedding.  I was probably 20 pounds or so lighter than I am today.  I have never been heavier than I was when we started Weight Watchers back on Labor Day weekend, but I was pretty heavy when I popped the question.  In the months leading up to the wedding my beloved betrothed and I both lost a nice chunk of weight.  Then on the honeymoon we both started actively working to put it all back on.

I have never been much for jewelery.  I wore a high school class ring for a while, and I used to always wear a watch.  Other than that, nothing.  Obviously on my wedding day I started wearing a ring.  A nice gold one that symbolizes how out of this world in love I am with a certain woman.  On the first day of the honeymoon, less than 24 hours after saying “I do” to the love of my life, we found ourselves in a cozy little bed and breakfast in Woodstock, VT.  I did what I do most days when I get up in the morning.  I took a shower.  Wouldn’t you know it, my shiny new wedding ring slid right off my finger and clanked onto the shower floor.  After that, I took my ring off before I went into the shower.  That lasted for a while.  Maybe even a year (I can’t remember exactly).  Eventually my finger grew wider as I stopped watching what I ate and the ring fit tighter.  I didn’t need to take the ring off anymore.

I was not happy about putting on weight, but I was happy that the symbol of my marriage to the woman of my dreams no longer had to come off my finger for a few minutes each day.  Despite all of the negatives that went with it, I was pretty pleased about that.

This morning in the shower my ring slid off my finger.  It didn’t fall, but it did slide all the way over the knuckle before I stopped it.  There it is.  That is the one thing.  The one and only thing.  The single negative to losing weight.  My ring doesn’t fit as tightly as it did before.  I have pants that are starting to feel a little baggy.  Good.  I have shirts that are starting to feel too big.  Excellent.  My belt is cinched as tight as it can go.  Perfect.  I have no plans to fall off the wagon (although this week has been tough… really tough) so at some point in the near future I will have to spend some serious cash on clothes.  Financially speaking, that sucks.  I don’t care.  I can’t stay this morbidly obese and expect to make it into my 50’s (only seven years left) without suffering a heart attack or five.

Every single thing that results from losing weight is a huge positive, even when it causes slight negative ripples.  Hell, even the negative ripples are positives if I am getting healthier.  Every single thing but one:  I may have to start taking my wedding ring off for a few minutes each day.  That genuinely sucks.

That’s the one single solitary downside of losing weight.

Weight Watchers Weigh In

It’s weird. Weight Watchers starts their week on Sunday. We originally went to Saturday meetings, but last week we went on Sunday for whatever reason. Turns out we cannot be entered into the computer today because the system would see that as two weigh ins in one week. So we did it pen and paper style.

Holy Crappola! I can’t believe it!

I was very good this week. There were times where I felt I was over doing the portions, but I stuck to the plan faithfully. After being up a pound last week I wanted to make sure I got that pound back. I guess I was successful.

This week I am down 5.8 pounds. Holy Crap! Five and Eight Tenths Pounds! Sheesh!

It’s weird though, I don’t feel it this time. The other weeks when I’ve had big losses I felt it. I had more energy, I didn’t feel quite so… sluggish I guess is the word. This week, I don’t feel any different than last week. Good or bad. I guess this is to be expected, but I was really thinking I’d have little to no change.

Jennifer, my beautiful bride lost again too! She is losing 0.2 pounds a week, like clockwork. It doesn’t sound like much to some of you, I know, but the reality is gigantic. I am so incredibly proud of her. She is doing an amazing job!

For me, I am down 5.8 pounds for a six week total of a humongous 26.8 pounds. Wow!