I don't talk about it a lot, but I'm following Weight Watchers.
I don't like to talk about it because, well, I don't want to be one of those people obsessed by my weight and losing it, mostly. I've spent the vast majority of my life obsessed with my own weight and it sucks. But also, because it's just sort of become part of my life now. Not a big deal. I can go to the market and look at a label and calculate the Points in my head, pretty much. I say things like "Points", capitalized like that. I hate myself for it, but I still say it. I eat a lot of fruit and vegetables and things with fiber and even on Mother's day I did not eat an entire vat of cheese dip at the Mexican restaurant, even though that dip is like crack and I totally could have.
I'm trying to change my life here.
It's not easy.
I weigh in on Tuesday mornings. Since I hate the vast majority of people I meet, I don't go to Weight Watchers meetings. Instead, I follow the online program and dutifully track my food choices and exercise in the online Points tracker. And on Tuesday mornings, I drag my scale out from under the bathroom sink and stand on it.
This morning? I was down 4.4lbs from last week. Despite the cheese from this weekend.
I thought that was cool, you know? Because last week, despite my best efforts, I was down like, less than 2 pounds. The week before? It was less than 1 pound. It all evens out, right?
Not according to the Weight Watchers computer. Bastard.
It gave me the big frowny face and said, "You are losing weight rapidly which is not safe nor healthy!" Or some crap.
The Weight Watchers computer has clearly not seen my ass. Because I am certainly not losing it rapidly enough. Nor has the Weight Watchers computer seen my thighs. Or my backfat, which is just as attractive as it sounds.
I know they program that crap in and it doesn't know me nor can it see me or anything, but for real? That's not motivating. It just makes me mad. I had a good week. Next week might suck. Who knows? Either way, I lost 4.4lbs. And I'm happy about it.
So hork off.