Whatever...

My friends have been bugging me to blog, so here I am. I don’t have anything in particular on my mind to blog about. But I figure something will come up eventually. So, if I just sit here and ramble on about nothing, maybe something interesting will come out of my fingers….

I am plugging right along on my weight watchers program. The weight loss is extremely slow, but I refuse to give up. Because regardless of the speed, I can either move up the scale or down. So a slow downward direction is just fine with me! it certainly beats the alternative.

Recently, my cycle has been really messing up my weight. I have started weighing in periodically during the week on my Wii, instead of just Monday mornings. It’s nice to see my progress mid-week. It actually keeps me more accountable to myself. If the numbers start to inch up mid-week, I know I’ve got to pull in the reigns on my eating. And if the numbers are going down, I am motivated to keep the reigns in on my eating. BUT, two months in a row now I have run into this HUGE problem. On Saturday morning, after a week of watching the scale go down, I weigh in 2 lbs lighter than Monday morning (my official WW weigh-in day). This is great to see and it is motivational. But then, Monday morning I weigh-in at almost 4 lbs higher (which, if you are doing the math, is 2 lbs more than the previous week!) I know this is water gain because of the ensuing visit from my least favorite Aunt. But you’d think, then, that the next week would be crazy low….. It’s not working that way! I seem to keep losing the same 4 lbs, over and over again. It’s like Weight Watchers meets Groundhog Day, only not so funny.

I have changed my exercise routine… Well, it changed on it’s own, really. My elliptical broke, so I have needed to do something else instead. I am doing step aerobics on my Wii board, using hand weights. I am doing a toning exercise tape. And I’m back to hula hoop on the Wii—it’s great for strengthening my back muscles. Plus, I have started “dieting” on the weekends. The weekends are notoriously my worst days, so I have started putting effort into making Saturday and Sunday my lightest days of the week. We’ll see how that goes long-term!

Regardless of this roller coaster ride on the scale, I am seeing a change in my shape. A now skinny friend gave me some of the clothes she has since out-grown (she’s on the jack-ass diet—her husband’s a jack-ass!!) and I can now fit into a pair of pants that were too tight a few months ago…. And I can wear Rick’s Dr. Pepper t-shirt. (He only thinks he wants me to lose weight… When I start stealing his cute t-shirts, he might start bringing home DQ blizzards! His “I {heart} cows” one is next!)