Letting it all hang out...

Wow. Kris said start blogging so here I am. Geez a little intimidating when it all comes down to me publicly addressing my weight issues. Gone are the days that I imagine the over sized hockey jersey can somehow hiding my true size. No longer do I desire to eat a full helping (or two... or three) of every dessert served at the Easter Dinner. Yes, with Weight Watchers I get to eat EVERYTHING I did before... It just seems almost disgusting at the amounts of EVERYTHING I stuffed in my face. That last statement was mostly true. I did want a piece of every cake (there were two), a cupcake, chocolate covered divinity, jellybeans and every other chocolaty goodness that was there. I had a bite (or two) of the deliciously over-the-top triple chocolate cake, but then I threw the rest in the trash. There were times I thought about retrieving a tempting goody from the top of the trash, only by the grace of my germaphobia was I unable to complete a dumpster dive.



I am officially in my seventh week of Weight Watchers and down a double digit number so I am pleased. If only the magic weight loss fairy will continue to give me a minimum 2 pounds loss at the scale EVERY Thursday. I realize it probably won't happen. This is the third time around for me so I know that the plateau will most likely occur later. Let it not be this, the week after drinks with friends followed by a holiday meal that consisted of exactly TWO items low fat and about 15 that would make you gain a pound just looking at them. I have worked out more this week hoping to compensate (wish I would have been a bit stronger on Sunday so I didn't have to catch-up). The scale will tell if my choices were wise enough. *fingers crossed* chanting no gain no gain.