Monday, February 13, 2012
Surely my Opinion Must Weigh at Least a Pound...
It's been three weeks since I had the tiny bundle of joy that is examining my face intently while making a giant poop in my lap right now. Other than being tired, I've been feeling exceptionally well. I knew that I hadn't put on a whole lot of weight during this pregnancy and I want to continue the momentum of the weight lose pendulum. I joined Weight Watchers last week with a goal and a sense of optimism that I haven't felt for a long time. I am now 10 pounds lighter than before I got pregnant! I left the meeting with all my various papers, charts, lists, and a snazzy new calculator- all designed to get me back into skinny jeans. I tend to meet my goals/deadlines when I have transparent accountability for my actions- or lack thereof. I tried WW after having Noelle four years ago, but I did it online and did not have the same feeling of responsibility when I weighed in and the scale showed similar numbers week after week. This time around, I'm doing the lame meetings (they give you stickers for reaching certain goals. Seriously. Noelle and I can display our sticker collection on the fridge together) and I'm going to have a total stranger weigh me and give me honest numbers from a scale not rigged to weigh five pounds lighter. I'm also going to share my weight here- the actual number I weigh, not just the amount I shed every week. Tomorrow I go in for my weekly weigh-in. I was 172 pounds last Monday. (I feel like I just did a virtual gut-suck right there.) But numbers don't lie. And neither do skinny jeans. Wish me luck, and for the love of God, hide all the chocolate tomorrow. Please.
Posted by Rachel Pomainville at 5:12 PM