7th Time's a Charm

So although I've been a lazy bastard about updating this journal, I've actually been doing pretty well with the diet. I joined WW 2 weeks ago and Thursday was my first weigh-in. In the past when I've joined ww, I've been really pumped in the beginning only to fuck up at the first opportunity. I think out of the 6 or 7 times I've joined in the last 5 years, less than half resulted in me attending the second meeting. So my expectations were pretty low to start. But I forced myself to go anyway, and stay for the actual meeting. The meeting leader had to be in her 60s, but was really kind of funny. I can't stand the rah-rah peppy types who became lifetime members after losing 20 pounds or so after having a baby. This lady was not stick-thin and had actually lost 60 pounds on the program. The people in the meeting didn't seem quite as douchy as usual either. They have this new thing where they total all the weight lost by people in the meeting and report it at the end. Once they had totalled it up it amounted to a total of 4.5 lbs lost for the entire group, and I shit you not there had to be 50 people in the room. Since it was a week after the holidays, everyone had a pretty good sense of humor about it. And it also made me realize that there were never a reason to skip a meeting for fear of gaining weight, as most of the recovering fatties were having the exact same issues as me. Anyways, I ended up losing 5.4lbs last week, which is excellent motivation going into the next week. I'm still lightyears away from the 10% goal, but it's the first real progress I've made in what feels like forever.

Getting Food Posioning is the Best Diet Ever

Ok, I haven't updated since my first entry for a variety of reasons, chief among them is just plain laziness--which isn't a great start to this process. I've actually managed to keep my head above water these last two weeks, which is sort of an accomplishment given that it's the holidays and even skinny people are given a free pass to gain a few without too much grief this time of year. This year was the first year that I hosted Christmas dinner at my house. I love cooking (kind of duh since I'm fat) so it wasn't that much of a chore. I was trying to keep the tasting to a minimum while I was cooking and didn't eat that much during the dinner since my grandmother (who has been counting my caloric intake since I started eating solid food) was watching my plate like an eagle. Of course, this being the Midwest, everything I made contained at least a stick of butter a half cup of sugar. Side note: I know I should have made some substitutions to my ingredients to benefit the health of everyone eating ,but honestly, fuck that. I wanted everyone to be impressed with my cooking and I wasn't about to risk my reputation by substituting applesauce for butter or whatever lame tricks they try and teach you at Weight Watchers. So after everything was said and done, I figured I would probably gain a pound or two. But I was wrong about that because the very next day I came down with a horrible stomach sickness. Let me tell you, there's nothing more worrying than spending an entire day on the toilet right after cooking a large meal for lots of people. Fortunately, I was the only person who got sick and I have no idea what I did to get dysentery, the likes of which I have not seen since coming back from vacation in Puerto Vallarta. Anyway, I ended up losing like 3 pounds, so yay. I'm hoping to get back on track starting tomorrow and lose some weight without the help of a parasite.

So it Begins, the Great Battle of our Time

Here I go again on another attempt to lose weight. Since the one and only time I have ever been successful at it (successful being a relative term since I'm back where I started) involved detailed documentation of my struggles, I'm creating this blog. I'm not going to lie, my motivation is pretty low now. The winter has made me want to curl up on the couch and do nothing but watch VH1 reality shows and binge on the entire contents of my kitchen. But the journal is a first step, because if nothing else, I'm on the computer now instead of eating an entire bag of microwave popcorn or something. I'm going to start slow this time, with my first goal being to work out at least 3 times before Sunday. I know that I need to kickstart the exercise first, because that's usually the only way I can motivate myself not to eat like crap.

I'm almost 30, and although I'm not going to act like a douche and pretend that's old, I would like to know what "having the body of a 20 something" is like at least once in my life.