That's how much I've weighed (on and off) for the last month. Which if I'm honest? Is still 12 pounds away from where I want to be, BUT is the least I've weighed for three years. While I'm a little wistful about what I have yet to accomplish, I'm still really dang proud of myself and feeling A LOT more comfortable in my own skin.
When I was pregnant two weeks ago I sent Weight Watchers a preliminary "What do I do if I'm pregnant?" email because I'd heard that they had a fantastic eating plan for pregnant women (they don't, as it were). Because they are um, a little OVERLY thorough in my opinion, WW extrapolated. They congratulated me, cancelled my subscription and refunded the monthly payment I had just made … to which I initially said, "BOO AND SCREW YOU TOO WEIGHT WATCHERS!" And then I dove into a huge bag of Famous Amos cookies because life kinda sucked hard at that point in time.
And then I thought about it for a minute: I haven't tracked points in a LONG time. I haven't gained any weight back (26.5 pounds lost!!). It seems like I have the hang of this whole making better choices thing. And so I'm wondering if I even need to press the issue and figure out how to get signed back up to my online Weight Watchers subscription. I'm thinking maybe I can pull this off on my own?
All summer I've been plotting my return to exercise. I have yet to run a step or dust off my copy of The 30 Day Shred. I have yet to pick the half-marathon I want to run because the one I REALLY wanted to run is full thanks to a lottery system that went down last spring. I constantly excuse myself because I carry a 24-pound 11-month-old around with me everywhere and that HAS to count for something (right? RIGHT?!). And so we come around to the phenomenon called "skinny fat" … in which I am at a decent weight and yet? Flights of stairs wind me and my body could use some muscle tone.
So here we are: Do I return to Weight Watchers with my tail between my legs? Do I take the things I've learned and add exercise back to my life and see what happens? Do I say SCREW ALL THIS and continue making out with a bag of cookies?
(and now follows the gratuitous photo of myself that is in no way unflattering because I am dressed up for my anniversary and I know I look cute and there is no way EVER I would put an unflattering photo of myself on the internet except to PROVE SOMETHING)
(Me and my anniversary yo-yo. A lovely story for another day!)