I lost 5.2 pounds at my first weigh in. That’s a lot of weight to lose, you’re thinking, and it is. I will confess that I never take my shoes off at my first meeting, so the total is somewhere in the 4.5 pound range. I’ll take it. It pales in comparison to the 17 pounds some of the Biggest Loser contestants lost in their first weeks, but I’m proud to say that I did it without drinking protein shakes and working out for most of my waking hours. I’m not going to lie – the “Wow” I heard from the scale lady made me feel fantastic. Like I wanted to shake it, and not in my work pants, but a get up that included pasties and a skirt too short for this body. There was a moment of panic when I thought the Weight Watcher Lady’s exclamation meant something more like “no one without man boobs has gained this much in the first week EVER,” but then I talked myself down. It’s likely they train them not to say such things even when they’re awfully tempted.
Week two has been slightly more challenging for a couple of reasons. First, I got tipsy one evening and decided to have mussels soaked in at least four pounds of butter followed by wine at home followed by Stacy’s pita chips and some bad ass spicy hummus. Do you know of Stacy and her chips? They’re delicious, and perfectly on program if you only eat 10 of them. It’s when you contemplate what odds and ends you have on hand to attach the bag to your face that you know you have a pita chip issue.
My office holiday party was also Saturday night. I planned ahead – as well as I could – and was pretty darn good at keeping myself in check. I passed on the chicken skewers with peanut sauce even though I remain convinced my lungs could process peanut butter should I ever be dipped in it. I also denied the wee beef wellingtons. You know what those are, right? They’re filet and puff pastry and just the right balance of methamphetamine. I ate no bacon-wrapped anything and ate only half of the lobster bisque.
It was the booze that did me in. To be more accurate, it was the tonic. After a glass of wine I decided to switch to hard alcohol, because mama doesn’t get an open bar every night, you see, and settled on vodka tonics. If you haven’t had one, you should, because they’re lovely and delicious and taste like they’re made with lime and simple syrup. Which apparently? They kind of are. See, I confused tonic water with a little thing called seltzer. One of these has lotsa calories – more than Coke, if you’d like to get down to specifics – and is a Dub Dub bomb with an alias that includes H20. I drank four of them.
Weigh in number three is tomorrow night. That’s likely to be me you hear screaming from the scale.
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Stacy and her chips make me want to switch teams. I would marry Stacy just for her chips.
This is a rough time of year to be attempting to lose weight. You’ve learned something, file it and move on. Try to compensate a bit today and tomorrow. If you didn’t lose, you didn’t lose. If you gained, you’ll lose it again. It’s a marathon, not a sprint.
Finish each day and be done with it.
You have done what you could;
Some blunders and absurdities have crept in;
Forget them as soon as you can.
Tomorrow is a new day;
You shall begin it serenely
And with too high a spirit
To be encumbered
With your old nonsense.
-DJ Ralph Waldo Em
I am right there with you… started back at the WW and in three weeks dropped 9.2. This week’s 4th weigh-in will be another story though.
It’s so hard scaling back on the alcohol consumption (do I sound like I have a problem?) The little old ladies in my meeting about had a heart attack when I told them that I use my weekly bonus points as alcohol points. It helps me to plan out the week’s drinks with my schedule, though.
The booze sucker punches my weight loss efforts every time. I can’t keep it in the house. Sincerely.
Congrats on the lbs lost!
Stupid booze.
It gets me too.
And beer.
The program works (I sound like I’m talking about AA). I just recently started (about a month ago), and I’m down close to 10 – a friend started in April and is down 30 and registered to do the Columbia triathlon in April.
That’s awesome. Congrats, pretty girl!
Way to go!
I gained .2 lbs my 2nd week and I had a tiny temper tantrum. It was charming. I did NOT like the feeling of gaining so I keep remembering that while staring at a bag of Ruffles. Dammit.
This is a hard time of the year to try to diet. Keep with it. It’s not easy.
5.2 pounds (wow, they’re serious with the decimals and everything)! Very respectable, my dear.
Vodka tonics. Mmmm. The favorite drink of office parties everywhere. Is it too early for one?
Awesome job. I screw up all the time, just don’t let it knock you. As soon as you obsess, you lose. Just laugh and go back at it. You’ll be awesome.
I feel a bit out of place as I’m not overweight. My advise is to follow my lead; wank around 8 times a day. Your cock will become hard as rubber, but its effective and fun, albeit sore at times.
Enjoy
Are you going to the Tuesday meeting at the WW downtown? I so love Marvin the leader- he’s fabulous
Last night, like every other person in the Mid-Atlantic region, I popped into Target for a snowy shut-in of a weekend.
“You can go ahead of me,” I said to the guy behind me, the guy holding one measly carton of eggs.
“Thanks, just buying the essentials, I see,” he said nodding at my basket.
“Yup,” I answered as I dropped some Annie’s Bunny mac-n-cheese, cookie dough, broccoli, and a toilet brush on the belt.
Because I was being *good* I passed on the Stacy’s Cinnamon Pita Chips (which, btw, Trader Joe’s has somehow duplicated at a fraction of the price).
My bonus points and extras on the LoseIt iPhone app always go to wine.
Just the way it is until it isn’t, as I am often heard saying to myself.
I remember those almost five-pound first weeks. Good for the soul, although I NEVER believe the Biggest Loser losses in spite of the fact that they are probably true. 14 pounds? 19 pound? Go ON! But I’m a cynic.
I love these posts. I could go on and on about how much I relate but maybe I should just go write about it myself already.
And good for you for no bacon-wrapped anything or filet or chicken skewers, because I can tell you that would NOT be the story I would be able to tell post-party.
Be nice to your beautiful self post-weigh ins. You deserve it. CAWL ME.
that little mistaken identity thing with vodka tonics? easy to do. and keeping your shoes on at the first meeting? smart girl. and losing 5.2 pounds the first week? i hate you.
Interesting! I had no idea that tonic was more fattening that seltzer or club soda. Luckily, I’m not a fan of quinine. Sadly, I’m a big fan of all kinds of alcohol.