I officially signed up for Weight Watchers last Tuesday. Today, I didn't really want to go. I spent the week re-reading the literature describing the two plans. I didn't follow either one very closely but I made lots of little changes here and there. For example:
-- I stopped drinking a glass of OJ and opted for a piece of fresh fruit later in the morning.
-- I ate only one packet of oatmeal for breakfast (I used to eat two)
-- I stopped eating spoonfuls of peanut butter when I felt the urge to
But still I wasn't sure how it would add up. I started to psych myself out, thinking I'll do better this week and head to the meeting next Tuesday. I started to mill through some laundry and came upon the maternity pants that I'm still wearing -- the only kind that fit. I decided I needed to go.
I changed Anna (and myself -- wearing the lightest-possible outfit) and we headed to the meeting. We were late, which has been the norm since I had a baby.
I stepped on the scale and didn't really want to hear the number as I had spent the last 10 months gaining... Besides, I was busy lifting Anna's car seat up and down so she wouldn't wail and interrupt the Weight Watchers meeting already in progress.
Then the Weight Watchers employee smiled and said, "Great job. You're down six."
I'll be back to the meeting next week.