Out Sick

I hate getting colds. It seemed like my immune system used to be strong enough to beat up squirrels in my back yard. I never got sick! Working in hospitals and nursing homes seemed to keep me strong and immune from almost everything. Now that I have my own business, I only see a set number of people each month. Guess I'm turning into a wimp. I seem to catch everything now! Nasty head cold this week, settled into my chest. I have very little voice left and talking makes me cough. My family loves it! I can't yell at anyone . . .

My weight watchers progress is right where it was two weeks ago. I lost the 3 pounds I had gained. My weigh in on Thursday showed that I was only 0.2 pounds below where I was the week before. I felt like I had lost more considering how poor my appetite had been and all the soup I was living on. My struggle will come when I'm feeling 100 percent again and I start eating again. Right now I'm not really watching what I'm eating.

Tracking is so important for me. If I don't track, I gain so easily. It's too easy to just eat whatever . . . never realizing how high in fat/calories/points this or that is. But when I pay attention and plan my day out, I can do so well. I just have to keep reminding myself of that as I continue in maintenance as a Lifetime Weight Watchers member.

I'm a bit worried about exercise too. I haven't been on my elliptical in over a week. So is it that I'm still sick and hate exercising because it makes me cough? Or is it that I hate exercising and am just looking for excuses? I guess if I'm feeling good enough to worry about it, it's time to get back to working out. Or at least a good walk in the afternoon.

Hugs,
Terri

Day 1 - A Fresh Start

I sound so trite . . . like "today is the first day of the rest of your life." But it fits, so what the heck?

At 4pm this afternoon, I'll be on the scale in my weight watcher's meeting. Today is the 6th week of maintenance for me. Down 27 pounds from my original WW starting weight of 170. A total loss of 33 pounds.

I've always weighed around 140, (I'm 5'7") and was very happy with the way I looked and felt. I gained a few pounds about 7 or 8 years ago which came off easily with a few salads and some bike riding. And a brief foray into a "no-carb" diet plan.

But (as my fantastic but too honest nurse practitioner pointed out) I'm into my 30's now and the weight doesn't come off easy any more. That's for sure!

When I started the whole weight watchers process in July I was just looking for something solid to start with. A set plan that I could follow without too much thinking on my part. I was tired, depressed, and very discouraged with myself. I'd had a miscarriage the previous year, wound up on antidepressants, and gained weight without really caring. As my body recovered, I realized that I didn't like myself any more. And I weighed a good 30 pounds more than I wanted to.

Those thirty extra pounds are behind me now. (Bye, guys!) And so are the meds. (Bye, girls!) My psych specialist and I worked together to wean off of them. So now I have to walk a very thin line with maintaining my weight loss and my sanity without turning mindlessly to food for comfort.

It's been a journey for sure, a growing (and shrinking) process. Now I just have to maintain it. Easy to say and hard to do. So here are my goals for blogging regularly now: to be accountable for my actions because I have to post the bad and the good, to regain some of my lost sense of humor, and to never look like my "before" picture again. Wish me luck!