Most of my 17 faithful readers know I have been on this journey the past 6 months or so to get healthy which included joining Weight Watchers. So far I have lost a little over 43 pounds and I’m almost at my goal. Yay me.
The problem is I’m becoming a totally obsessed nutcase woman who is on a mission. I’m sick of this stuff — I’ve been up and down a pound here a pound there and I just want to reach goal and stop having to GET THERE. Sheesh.
So Saturday morning (which is when I normally go to a Weight Watchers meeting and hoist myself onto that evil thing called “the scale”) I did something radical. I completely lost my mind out of frustration because I simply HAD to see a “minus” not a “plus” in the pounds category.
Now normally I wear the very same outfit (yes it’s been washed) each week to the weigh-ins — that weigh (sorry) I know my weight is consistent. I even went so far as to take those particular clothes and put them on my handy dandy little Weight Watcher food scale and weigh them. Oh. Yes. I. Did. She’s obsessed.
I went over the edge Saturday and I’m here to share this with you because I just know I’m the only person in the world who has stooped this low. Saturday I put on my outfit (a very thin Ohio State tee-shirt & a lightweight pair of yoga capri pants) but I made one slight change. I didn’t wear a bra.
GASP! I let the girls out. Hey! Ya know what? Danged bras weigh somethin’, too. I’m serious. I was a little self-conscious but then remembered that the weigh-in folks are women and they don’t care if I wear a bra or not. So I threw that puppy across the bedroom and let it hang off the bed.
And when I weighed in, I had lost 1.6 pounds. Woot! Now, I know my bra doesn’t weigh that much — (how do I know that you ask…because I weighed it and it registers in ounces not pounds) but there was something psychological about not “adding” weight to me that day that made me lose the bra.
What am I gonna do for the next week??? I’m only 1.2 pounds away from my goal. I’m seriously thinkin’ of going totally commando. Just me, the tee, & the yoga pants. That’s how badly I want to reach goal. Yes, once again, I’ve gone over the edge. Ya know…I bet I could lose at least a pound if I cut off all this danged hair….sigh…