Anybody older than dirt like me and remember that song? Loves me some Patti…
Anyway, so my weigh in was a little different this week because I didn’t go to weigh in.
I’ve missed three of my regular meetings since I went back. They were all at the end of a financial quarter because my life becomes a living hell and I live at work the last few days of the month.
What I did do was weigh in at home, and I was half a pound less than last week, which means I stayed the same because my scale always weighs lighter at home.
Now I knew I wasn’t going to the next meeting. I knew I was going to work and probably wouldn’t get back to a meeting for a week, maybe two.
And I stayed on track. I followed the program. You do not (or maybe you do) realize how big of an achievement this is for a serial Weight Watcher.
Let me break it down for those that don’t understand what I’m putting out there……
It’s my nephew Dominic’s birthday this week, and I have a tradition where I take my nieces and nephews shopping and out to eat for their birthday each year. I never wanted to be the Aunt that bought them socks or something.
So we went to a burger place and then to get ice cream. I had a cheeseburger and a small chocolate sundae.
Not the healthiest of food, but it is not realistic to believe you will never have these kinds of things again ever. I knew I was going, I pointed out my food, and I enjoyed having dinner with a rambunctious soon to be 4 year old.
Now if this would have been me when I did the program previously I would have been all “Hot Damn! I’m not weighing in so I can have what I want and have two weeks to make it up!”
Oh that small sundae would have been a big one….With whipped cream and nuts to boot. The cheeseburger would have had double cheese and probably some onion rings to go with it.
And I would have felt miserable the whole rest of the day and more than likely night.
Instead I still made good choices and had a great time. I wasn’t counting down the minutes in the store because I felt like total and utter crap, but enjoyed spending time with my nephew.
I didn’t feel deprived at all. In fact, I should have felt deprived before because I wasn’t putting my best foot forward. I wasn’t enjoying the experience, just the food.
The experience is so much better.
It gives me hope that I have really changed my mindset this time. I always strove to do that, but in previous versions I was so focused on the scale and the little charms and all that junk that it was more of a competition with that damn scale instead of a program I was going to use to get myself good and healthy.
I’ve turned that corner. I’m sure of it.