Today has not gone as planned. I was looking forward to going to my Weight Watchers meeting to weigh-in, and put my week behind me. I de-railed Thursday and Friday, not exercising, and eating some really crappy (ok, fast) food. When I woke up this morning, I saw that it was sleeting, and the street looked icy. I called the WW 800 number, and was told that the meeting was still on. So, I got dressed, and walked out the door. I barely made it off the porch; everything was a sheet of ice. So, I decided to stay home. I dug out my home scale, and weighed in. I’m up 1 pound, which could be from the different scale or from the crappy food. OK, I know, it’s from the crappy food.
I took the time I would have been at my meeting to plan out meals for the week and to troll the internet for some motivation. I’m not upset about the gain; I certainly deserved it. I just want to succeed at WW this time. Every time I’ve been a member, I lose 10 pounds or so (I’ve lost 12.6 so far), and I give up. I don’t want that to happen this time, so I’m doing everything I can to stay motivated. It’s so hard sometimes. I tend to really beat myself up about things; I need to work on my self-esteem.
One of the WW leaders from my center sent out an e-mail this week, and in it she mentioned having an anchor to remind us of our goals and to keep us motivated. The Kid is certainly an anchor because I want to be a healthy role model for him, but I think I need something more. So, that’s one of my goals for the week — find an anchor.
Tonight, The Husband and I are going to a Burns Supper. I’m really looking forward to it. It’s not just the food (haggis [I only have a forkful because it squicks me out], cock-a-leekie soup, neeps and tatties…yummo!), but rather the folks that will be there. And after spending so much time with a 10 month-old little boy, it will be so nice to have some adult conversation. Although I’m sure I’ll spend a lot of time talking about how much I adore him…and how much I’m struggling with motherhood still.
I’d better do something productive now. Like, oh, I don’t know — exercise?