I’m in a pretty good mood and am rather excited about things, so I’m going to save apologies (for not writing for so long) and recriminations (for not dieting for so long) for later.
Oops. Guess I went ahead and did it, huh?
That’s OK. I’m still pretty upbeat.
This is going to take a while. So if you’re like me, go ahead and put on your reading glasses and get comfortable in your chair. You’re going to be here a while.
Let’s start with the good news.
I signed up with Weight Watchers again today, and I’m pretty excited about it.
I’ve been getting supportive and encouraging e-mails and posts from some of you, and that has helped me not completely give up on a weight program – or a healthy lifestyle program – completely. Honestly, I haven’t monitored my eating, or exercised regularly, since before Thanksgiving. That realization was a big “Wow!” for me. And one of the many reasons I’m more than a bit embarrassed and disappointed in myself.
But I’m not going to dwell on that – yet.
I went in to re-enlist, and there was this really nice and encouraging woman there – I should have noted her name – who didn’t fuss, didn’t make me feel like a failure or a bad person because I quit the program for six months.
Six months?
OK, I’ve tried to restart several times during that time. I’d promise myself – and others – that I would start on Monday. Only on Monday I would decide that wasn’t a good day to start because A) I was too busy, B) I had a headache, C) I had an event to attend, D) it was Monday, E) all of the above plus several other excuses.
So I’d vow to start the next day. Then the next…etc., etc.
And here I am now, six months later.
But this woman at Weight Watchers got me excited about starting again, and it wasn’t because she gave me a pep talk. She was just nice and understanding.
I bought two Weight Watcher cookbooks while I was there, and am looking forward to going through them. I’ve modified my strategy a bit from last time – my entire family is going to follow the Weight Watchers program, even though they don’t know it and hopefully won’t realize it.
Of course since I’m the only one of us who needs to lose weight, I won’t limit their portions as I will mine. But I figured it would be good for all of us to eat healthier. And it will make life easy for me not to have to fix my meals separately.
Speaking of making life easier….
Another big change in my life is my retirement from the newspaper, after 24 years there. No, I’m not old enough (I love saying that) to technically retire and get all the benefits, but I’m calling it that because it sounds better than quitting. My husband’s only request was that my top priority for the next several weeks, or months, be to get healthy. That means dedicating myself to Weight Watchers and walking.
I’m rather excited about that.
In the back of my mind is the niggling fear that I’ve said all this before. That I’ve been excited about getting started before. That I’ve bought cookbooks before. Filled my refrigerator with fruits and healthy food before.
And that I have failed every time.
Whether it was quitting after losing 27.8 pounds this past time, or after losing 135 pounds the time before, and all the times before that, I’ve never been truly successful at sticking with a weight reduction/healthy lifestyle plan.
What makes me think this time will be different?
I don’t know that it will. And that’s scary.
But I know I have to try. I want to be healthy. I’m 47 years old and medically obese. I’m taking cholesterol medication, thyroid medication and am at risk for diabetes and heart disease. I get winded when I walk from the closest parking space into the grocery store. I dread my next trip on an airplane because I know I won’t fit in the seat, and I know if we go to an amusement park this summer I won’t be able to ride the roller coasters with my boys.
I look in the mirror and wonder who is looking back at me with a sagging chin and flabby upper arms. I had a dream recently that I looked down and saw rolls of fat sagging off my fat legs.
My husband keeps reading studies that scare him about the health ramifications of being overweight.
And yes, I am disappointed in myself, and more than a bit flabbergasted, for planning to start my diet “tomorrow” for the past six months.
I’m disappointed that I have gained back every single ounce of the 27.8 pounds I lost – with a bit of interest.
But all I can do is try again. And dedicate myself to staying on track.
I weighed in today at 278. On May 10, I started at 277.4, but this is the last time I’ll mention that number. We’re starting over and besides, too many numbers just gets confusing.
And I do apologize for dropping out of the blog-o-sphere for so long. I kept hoping I’d have some good news to report – tomorrow, when I started my diet.
OK, now for some blog news. Despite retiring, I’ll continue writing about my weight loss journey on this blog, Losing It. It will still be on The State’s website, although it won’t be listed under employee blogs any more since hey, I’m not an employee.
Which is still weird to me. Twenty-four years is a long time.
Anyway, I’m doing this on a volunteer basis because of feedback that I get from readers who say they relate, and that it actually helps them with their own weight loss battle. And I get lots out of it too – understanding and support from readers. I won’t be writing any more separate stories for The State, but on occasion they will run excerpts from the blog on Tuesday’s Health and Fitness page.
So, there you have it, the longest blog entry I’ve ever written. The entries will probably all be a bit longer now, since I’ll not be writing anything else (except for romance novel reviews, which will be distributed by the McClatchy Tribune news service and hopefully will continue to run in The State.)
So, wish me luck. And stay tuned.