Colette’s Weblog

I’m now an official weight watcher. I always thought I could go it alone and do it myself, and once I actually did. Okay, I confess that was back in the day when Fen-Phen was handed out like a magic pill. (It was and it worked great…except for the whole heart problems thing!) I got down to a tiny size 6-8 or so and stand five-ten. I worked out twice a day, usually back to back aerobics or something, at an AMAZING gym.

Those were the days. In the past few years with major life stressors attacking, I became a stress eater and food was my friend. I finally caved and figured if I invested my hard-earned money into a program, I’d feel invested enough to stick to a program. To top it off, I told my family and close friends I was on a plan. Now I feel like I’d better not mess it up. There… accountability, investment, I should be okay.

I weigh in today. According to my bathroom scale, I’ve lost ten pounds. I must admit that my clothes fit better, I feel lighter (imagine setting down a ten pound bowling ball) and think I’m going to stick to it.

I don’t like having to write down every bite I take, so sometimes I don’t, BUT I am losing. This week I dusted off my treadmill (literally) and found it’s not so bad if I walk in front of my big screen TV and put a Crest White Strip on my teeth. It’s hard to pass treats through this system.