I'm going to do it this time. Lose the weight and just be done with it. I'm so tired of being fat. Of looking around and being the fattest mother on the playground, the fattest in yoga class, the fattest walking on the treadmill. Yes I go exercise at my local YMCA, but the pounds aren't coming off.
I did weight watchers about 10 years ago. Ten years and 26 pounds lighter to be exact. I lost about 30 pounds and was quite happy. When I stopped I was hovering right around 200 pounds and hadn't been that light in years. I was quite happy. I knew my journey wasn't over. But I moved halfway around the world were they didn't have weight watchers and I got married. Even if I had wanted to continue to count points on my own, I wouldn't have been able to do it. How many points are in various kinds of Indian food? Dosa, idli, how many ounces of potatoes are in that potato curry? How much oil was used to saute the onions in that potato curry? See my problem? If only I could look it up in my handy-dandy WW booklet.
Now we are back in the US, 10 years have passed and I'm at my highest weight yet. I'm just going to say it. 250 pounds.
Working out 2-3 times a week hasn't made me lose a dang thing. I'm not eating chocolate or cake or potato chips. I don't even drink diet soda. I just eat too much rice and bread. I do like saltines too. I need to be on a plan.
My husband has to have his rice and I love my bread. He doesn't need to diet. I outweigh my husband by over 100 pounds. I don't like that.
I need to start WW again, this time doing it at home on my own, even if that means making separate meals for myself and my hubby.
I need to get up early and go exercise at the YMCA 5 days a week before my husband goes to work.
I need to not snack with or finish the food my toddler doesn't eat. That's what a garbage disposal is for.
I'm going to do this. I'm going to commit.
I hope keeping this blog will keep me accountable.
I did weight watchers about 10 years ago. Ten years and 26 pounds lighter to be exact. I lost about 30 pounds and was quite happy. When I stopped I was hovering right around 200 pounds and hadn't been that light in years. I was quite happy. I knew my journey wasn't over. But I moved halfway around the world were they didn't have weight watchers and I got married. Even if I had wanted to continue to count points on my own, I wouldn't have been able to do it. How many points are in various kinds of Indian food? Dosa, idli, how many ounces of potatoes are in that potato curry? How much oil was used to saute the onions in that potato curry? See my problem? If only I could look it up in my handy-dandy WW booklet.
Now we are back in the US, 10 years have passed and I'm at my highest weight yet. I'm just going to say it. 250 pounds.
Working out 2-3 times a week hasn't made me lose a dang thing. I'm not eating chocolate or cake or potato chips. I don't even drink diet soda. I just eat too much rice and bread. I do like saltines too. I need to be on a plan.
My husband has to have his rice and I love my bread. He doesn't need to diet. I outweigh my husband by over 100 pounds. I don't like that.
I need to start WW again, this time doing it at home on my own, even if that means making separate meals for myself and my hubby.
I need to get up early and go exercise at the YMCA 5 days a week before my husband goes to work.
I need to not snack with or finish the food my toddler doesn't eat. That's what a garbage disposal is for.
I'm going to do this. I'm going to commit.
I hope keeping this blog will keep me accountable.
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