Small Steps

It’s not a lot, but it’s a start. I remember when I first started Weight Watchers, the first few weeks were great. You work out every day, you measure everything, you poo-poo everything else, you get completely on your high horse about points and calories and fat, and you lose about 10 pounds in 3 weeks.

And then you plateau big time around the third or fourth week, and you get frustrated, and drink one more Miller Lite here and there, and you start eyeing your food instead of measuring and you start thinking you know everything about what to eat, and you overeat, and then it’s done…

That’s the pitfall I’m trying to avoid.

It’s only been 4 days since I’ve kept strictly to the Weight Watchers diet, but I technically weighed in last Friday and this Friday, so that’s a week. I registered a 3.8 weight loss!

I’m looking for another 3 pounds next week, mainly because I’m finally going to start exercising. Since I’m alone practically all the time, finding the time isn’t hard at home, and there’s not many people that can boast that their apartment building has a free gym. I’d like to plan for going in the morning before work, and sometimes after work. I need to figure it in though. I know I need to do some exercising next week, since I’ll be in the woods for a few days next weekend on the survival course, and need to feel at least slightly like I can survive some hikes. I know it’s going to be hard.

Another hard thing, is my birthday is coming up, and I’m pretty sure that my boyfriend is going to completely forget until November 16 (Tuesday) when he wakes up for work at 1 p.m. and sees all these people posting Happy Birthdays to me on Facebook. We go out tonight with my Birthday Buddy (my best friend since I was about 16, more than 13 years ago!) for his celebration and my boyfriend hasn’t mentioned anything about plans on Saturday. Sunday I’m out with my mom and aunt and then him and I work all week, and then I’m away all weekend. I don’t think he planned anything, even after I told him what I wanted to do. I’m half tempted to tell him, and it’s really hard to ask, but I have to teach him a lesson, and I can’t butt in for him anymore and save the day. This is him all the way. He needs to figure it out.

I don’t want to get into a crying fit again this weekend. Especially since I feel so high right now from my results!!! (And especially since I had two glasses of wine last night!!!)

Tonight we go to the Ottobar and the Sidebar, one for a show, another for a dance party. It should be a good night full of friends. I’m looking forward to making Salmon for dinner. I sure am turning into an old woman…