Saturday, July 24, 2010


Okay, so today I re-started weight watchers. I need to look sexy for my man, if ya know what I mean (wink, wink...nudge, nudge...). But beyond that, I'm tired of the yo-yo. Tired of the "fat days" we girls so often wrestle with. There was a time I was over 200 pounds, and I vowed to myself after losing 50 pounds three years ago that I would never let myself go there again. And not because I don't believe you can be larger AND sexy AND look really really great. It's just that, for me, my lifestyle just became so much more active when I shed a good bit of the weight. My life felt...well...fuller than when I was fuller-figured. So here I am. Again,

Now, about eight months before the wedding, I did join Weight Watchers with one of my bridesmaids and my bridesman. They were both very successful. I gained and lost the same three pounds the entire time. Clearly my head wasn't entirely in the game.

Joe doesn't push me to lose weight at all, and for that I am eternally grateful. However, I strongly suspect that he might mind a teensy little bit if I let myself get totally out of hand. And let's face it, with all of the cheese and bread and yummy cream sauces out there, I run a very realistic risk of hurdling out of control. I mean, fettucine alfredo makes me literally want to weep in ecstasy. The mere thought of a bagel broiled with butter and loaded with garlicky cream cheese will elicit Pavlovian slobber almost immediately.

So, with that in mind (and the fact that I have gained fifteen pounds since meeting Joe), I am really going to try to work this program. Send skinny success vibes my way. Pretty please, with Splenda and flax seed on top?

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