Hey there guys! Happy Tuesday! Wow, it’s only Tuesday? That is slightly depressing. Oh well, I’m sure Friday will be here before we know it!
Ok so there’s something I’d love to talk about with you guys. You see, I have this problem.
It all started out when I went to Italy. I ate doughy, cheesy bites of pizza and washed it down with prosciutto, fresh mozzarella, and goblets of wine. It was delicious, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
Then came my birthday. I celebrated and had a great time with my friends and family and wound up with a ton of leftover cake in my fridge. It was a nice special occasion and I treated myself to a few small bites most nights after dinner, until the cake was gone.
When you pile on pizza, cake, candy, and all of the glorious food that I gobbled up over Thanksgiving, my normal mantra of “eat healthy 80% of the time and splurge when you must” was no longer cutting it.
This past weekend while I was getting ready to go out, I realized I didn’t like the way any of my clothes were fitting. The top I usually love? Looked bad. The dress that’s usually my go-to choice? Not so flattering. It’s not that I couldn’t wear the stuff I could before- my skinny jeans still fit- but they were just feeling a little tight and I didn’t think I looked that good in them.
A quick hop on the scale confirmed my beliefs; throughout the fall I had gained five pounds.
Now, five pounds may not sound like a lot to you (or maybe it does) but to me, it sounds like a slippery slope to ten pounds and beyond. It’s not like I have to be in a bikini anytime soon and I don’t feel the need to look super sexy in the middle of winter for just my friends and family, but I just didn’t feel good about myself. I wanted to look better for me. And I knew if I wasn’t careful, that five pounds that I worked so hard to lose over the years could quickly turn into much more (especially with the approaching holidays).
Five pounds is one thing, but ten?! That suddenly sounds a whole lot harder.
Anyway, a few options crossed my mind.
1. Try to be more mindful of what I’m eating and kick up the workouts (I nixed this idea because that’s what I was supposed to be doing all along. You can see how well that worked).
2. Try a new fitness routine, like a half marathon (there’s a half marathon I really want to do in March but it costs around $100 and I just can’t rationalize that cost right now. Plus, I’m not sure if that would be enough to do the trick).
3. Rejoin Weight Watchers. Hmmm. Now there’s an idea. I could rejoin the organization that brought me so much success the first time I needed to lose weight. I have pretty much been following its principles all along anyway, only without counting and keeping as careful track as I should have been.
Weight Watchers is just the motivation I needed to keep track of what I’m eating and not splurge too often. Like I said, I believe it’s fine to splurge now and then, as long as you are eating healthfully about 80% of the time and you’re not going too crazy with your splurges. I thought my 80% was slowly sliding toward 60%, and I was hoping Weight Watchers would be the answer.
Without giving one more thought to the Christmas cookies and goodies I might feel like I’m missing, I took the plunge (for the second time) and joined Weight Watchers.
Sure, I could have waited until January 1 and joined the masses of people embarking on a weight loss journey just because it’s the popular time to do so- but I like to think I’m above that. I wanted to join now, today, because that’s what’s best for me. I felt like I was at the tipping point of my comfortable weight zone and it was time for me to do something about it, whether it was a “good time of the year” or not.
So there you have it! I will now be following a more Weight Watchers-friendly diet. I don’t think things will change around here too much, but I will now include points on all my WIAWs and possibly even my new recipes (although I have a few old ones I’ve been meaning to post for a while now that will not be WW friendly. Oh well.)
I’m really excited about this new choice in my life and so happy I was able to be proactive and actually do something when I felt my weight creeping up. Here’s to making healthy choices!!
Question of the day: What do you when you start feeling like you’re at the “end” of your weight comfort zone? Is there a certain number that you see on the scale that sparks you into action? Or do you rely more on how your clothes are fitting? Are you lucky enough that you’re always comfortable with your weight?
I try not to look at a scale too often (too many horror stories of people obsessing over a scale have warned me away) but I like to keep an eye on things. When I see a certain number or feel a certain way in my clothes, that’s my breaking point. Time for something new!