I’ve been putting off joining Weight Watchers again – desperately hoping the weight would just magically disappear. And actually, a lot of it did. I wouldn’t say it was magic – but I’m down to about 5 lbs above my pre-pregnancy weight. Except that I’m not sure where it all disappeared from – because although I can zip up my skinny jeans, I certainly can not breath in them, and there is this very suspicious roll hanging out over the waist-band. It doesn’t matter how good my Sevens make my butt look if I’m carrying an inner-tube around under my shirt.
I had a lot of reasons for pushing back my start date – our trip to Utah, Kari and Will visiting, Father’s Day – that giant apple pie we bought from Costco. But I knew the time had come to buckle down and start having some control again. As long as we were not counting points, certain things kept appearing in the cupboard…
And although certain things were bought by a Certain Someone (who’s name rhymes with Dom) another Certain Someone (who shall remain nameless) has no self control when it comes to Tastiness.
So on Sunday, I signed myself up for WW and finally admitted that I need help to get to where I want to be with this body. And I put in a goal that will hopefully take me to not only fitting in The Jeans, but maybe even a smaller pair. I can’t say that I’m super excited to be making this “lifestyle change” (it’s not a diet!) again – I really, really like pie. And cake. And I love brownies. But I’m less thrilled about the weight – and I can handle having brownies only once every month or two. I think.