Sadly, I’m a Yo-Yo
A bright white page is staring back at me right now as I try desperately to produce a blog posting that is not a Top Ten or husband-grumblings or a rave about Quinoa which I do love by the way. What has been on my mind is my weight, three little digits that singly sound so harmless but pushed together nearly give me a stroke. Only I can lose it (about 30 pounds if not more) and only I can control it and only I can determine that enough is enough. But yet I continue to let myself down and that last darn digit continues to swell right along with my thighs.
Truly I have come to know the meaning of a yo-yo diet and life. One day I’m so on it – recording every bite (I bite it, I write it), Subway for lunch (veggie on wheat, no cheese, no chips), fruit throughout the day, and a fabulously healthy dinner (even asparagus, which I have grown to love) – and the very next day, I eat anything and everything in sight as I stick my middle finger up to the diet gods. What.is.my.problem?
And exercise-schmex-ercise. What’s that? I can’t stick with anything long enough to make a difference. Walking and biking to/from work, Jillian Michael’s Shred (kick ass DVD, by the way), a Walking/Jogging(Crawling) program, I’ve done them all. At least once. Maybe even twice. And that’s about it. What.is.my.problem? Oh, I weigh too much. That is my problem. And I have zero endurance. That’s also a problem.
So, say hello to Weight Watchers points. That’s what I’m doing now – tracking my food intake and the Weight Watchers equivalent points. Woo-hoo! Let’s see how long this will last. Now, I really shouldn’t be beating myself up too badly – I have managed to kick my Diet Coke and Diet Dr. Pepper addiction for the past 13 days. 13 whole days in a row. This is quite an accomplishment as I typically drink 3 to 4 cans a day. I’ve replaced it with a ton of water. Maybe that’s why I have this fabulous defeatist attitude – I’m detoxing from the Diet drinks.
Well, regardless, here’s to my next (mis)adventure in weight loss and may the yo-yo remain motionless just a bit longer than usual.
Stick with it. A friend of mine lost a ton of weight by counting points. I’m not good at counting anything. As my husband likes to point out, I don’t have much control when there is something I like in the pantry. He hears the crinkling of the bag from the other room and has to point it out! And trust me, you don’t want to see me at the pizza buffet
That said, don’t do like I do!
And thanks so much for you kind words about my Cypri painting. Much appreciated
Thanks Carma! I’m sticking with it and even after our camping weekend, I’m still on track.