Monday: Last December 20( my birthday) I committed my life to Weight Watchers, and I was born again, to a world of counting points, portion control, and joy and grief over a couple of ounces gained or lost. Thus is my blog reborn, to follow my trials, tribulations and insights gained from eating more spinach and apples than I thought grew on this planet and connecting with the vast sister and brotherhood slogging their way through body change with me, which seems to be nearly everyone.
I did WW before, at meetings, getting on their scales, etc, but this is on-line and as anonymous
as you want it to be, which is perfect for me. In just under five months (today is May 13) I have lost 37 pounds, which isn't too impressive when you consider that is less than half my goal, but I now wear a 14 instead of a 24, lost a shoe size (!) and a couple of ring sizes. The epiphany that got me started? The announcement of my high school 50th reunion on Oct 5, 2013.
You have to understand that when I was in high school. I didn't break the 100 lb. mark until my senior year. For years, going over 103 meant it was time to put on my "fat" clothes, and years later- in my early 30's, in fact, I was still buying size 6 and sometimes shopping in the children's department. By the time I was pregnant with my first child (I was pushing 40,) I bought regular size 10's as maternity clothes, and those full, Laura Ashley bloomer-ish jumper suits, with their fluffy roses that made me look like a small sofa, carried me all the way to my second child at 41.
Then all hell broke loose. Off and on, up and down, once even 60 pounds off on some crazy pills-and protein bars regimen, but finally, just up, up and away.
I won't be the fattest woman in the room at my 50th. At my 45th, although everyone was very nice, not being recognized because of my weight was awful. You have to understand that I had the misfortune to go to high school with many beauties, and age did not wreak havoc on many of them. Most, in fact.
My goal is definitely not my high school weight. Not only would that be impossible, but downright unhealthy. A nice size 10 will be fine.
See you Wednesday!
Go, Joann, Go! I need to get cracking on my own added pounds. A new med in January has added 7 to 10 pounds. I can't do without the med, but I sure can exercise more.
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Wow. I am impressed. Perhaps I will get inspired to do something myself. My comfort food is out of control! Hugs.
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