You may have noticed I haven't talked much about my Weight Watchers adventure lately. That's mostly because our last session ended three weeks ago, and we decided to wait until the holidays were over before starting a new one. In the couple weeks before that, I was so busy that I didn't have much time to think about it and as a result my weight pretty much hovered in the same spot. In other words, nothing much to see here.
Well, that is, until today.
I hadn't weighed myself in a couple of days, so I really wasn't sure what to expect when I stepped on the scale today at my meeting. I was one of the last people to go, and I tell you the suspense was somewhat killing me.
I made my ultimate goal.
Thanks to having almost no appetite for the past few days,* I managed to work off the last couple of pounds gained over the holiday break to finish 1.2 pounds under my goal weight. I now enter six weeks of maintenance -- basically what that means is I have to be within two pounds (I think) of my goal after six weeks to be dubbed a lifetime member. Lifetime members don't have to pay to come to meetings, which is a huge bonus.
Of course my leader asked how I managed to do it over the holidays. I told her, and she hugged me and told me that a lady once told her she managed to shed 225 pounds of weight in a week -- by divorcing her husband.
It came at the perfect time for me, I definitely needed the self esteem boost. So, for those of you who read this blog and know the Modern Ex (still trying to decide if this is his new alias -- I'm not sure the ME cuts it), please pass on a hearty (yet somewhat sarcastic) thank you to him for providing me that last little boost I needed to get over the hump. I guess my next boyfriend gets to reap the benefits. (Sorry, that's probably a little unfair, but I'm in bitter mode today.)
So, for the final totals:
-lost 3.2 pounds over three weeks
-minus 19.4 pounds since the start of Weight Watchers about six months ago
-minus about 23.7 pounds since I started keeping track a few weeks before that
*I am eating, I promise. There are a few people who read this blog that can verify that. Also, I hate throwing up so passionately, that I can assure you there is no bulimia going on. I am just eating enough to take care of the responsibility of keeping myself alive, and not doing much beyond that.