That’s how many pounds I lost this week.
Discouraged? You bet.
The good thing is that I see my body changing, ever so slowly, and I know my efforts aren’t completely in vain. Although at this rate, I might need to change my goal date to June 1, 2009.
I’m obsessed with myself, really.
The first thing I do every morning after hitting the bathroom is step on my scales and then check my body in the mirror from head to toe to see if anything looks different. I try to find something in the blob of a reflection that I like, and concentrate on that. I like my shoulders right now. Yeah… they’re not too bad, especially if I wear a flattering neckline in a halter style that angles up toward the back of my neck. Good lines.
I’m hoping that I’m “replacing fat with muscle,” as so many optimistic weight-conscious gym rats would say. And muscle weighs more than fat. Blah, blah, blah…
Most of the change I see is in my stomach, which is a good thing. My hips and thighs are always the last to yield, but Gigi the Drill Sergeant is working on that. She almost killed me on Monday; I could barely walk yesterday. I’ve grown to love her, in a sick, Stockholm Syndrome sort of way.
So, I’ve begun Week 2 of the Weight Watchers program, and we’ll see if next week’s results are any better.
Yesterday, at the meeting, there was a big buzz about eating a 1/2 teaspoon of peanut butter before bed every other night to jump-start your metabolism if you’re stuck. I feel stuck. I’ve been this weight for a few months now, and last week was not my first attempt to shed the pounds.
So I began the peanut butter routine last night.