Friday, September 26, 2008

Flashback Friday: all the way to yesterday

Yesterday was weigh-in day at weight watchers. I weighed myself in the morning - a surprise at the scale is not fun in public that's for sure (I almost cried once). Hmmm, looked pretty good - I figured I was guaranteed at least one pound down, possibly a little more. My clothes have been hanging a little more and three people have told me I look like I've been loosing weight. COOL! I was ready to do this... possibly I would be able to share the secrets of my success with someone at the meeting.

Then came weighing in time. I wore the same capris I wore last week (when I went from light cotton to jean capris it wasn't good news - hence the comment about crying), a light weight top and of course slip on shoes. (I am really not looking forward to going to the meetings during a snow storm wearing jean capris, a light top and slip on shoes.)

Back to the scale. I lost a whole .2 lbs. Not 2 lbs - point two pounds. How could this be? I went into the meeting and sat in the back feeling totally dejected. What went wrong.... were my keys in my pocket??? .....Oh yea, that stupid sentimental chocolate cake, not the piece I planned for on Sunday but the one that seduced me on Tuesday (see comments on last weeks flashback for an explanation). Then Wednesday night Jen made an awesome mini apple pie for YW - I knew it was awesome cause I ate some of it. I also realized that I had gotten in the bad habit (again) of eating a handful of cereal when I cleared up breakfast - didn't count those points either.

At the end of the meeting a young mother with a small baby got an award for reaching her goal. We all cheered. When asked if she had any advice she said, "Just keep at it. Don't get discouraged if you only loose .2 lbs instead of 2 lbs. a loss is still a loss and you are going in the right direction." (She really did say that exact thing, talk about tender mercies) She went on to explain that she had lost 120 lbs. There was a collective gasp. She said she was three pounds from her goal when she found out she was pregnant. Now her baby is a few months old and she made it! Good for her!

Going in the right direction. How applicable to so many more things than loosing my love handles. So here is my goal. Don't obsess, learn from my mistakes and just keep moving in the right direction. If I'm doing that I'll get there eventually. (And weigh myself at home beforehand with my clothes on.)

7 comments:

Sarah said...

Good for you! Keep going, don't get discouraged...I'm right there with you. I just started a work out program . Possibly not as frustrating as a diet but equally as difficult. You can do it!

Amy said...

No wonder you said you weren't too thrilled about dessert after the broadcast...but, seriously Mom, you are so thin....and just like you said, you are going in the right direction. You are such a good example to me! Love you!

LISA said...

I agree with Amy. At least you actually got down there and joined! I think you are awesome and I hope one day to follow in your footsteps...minus the cake. I didn't get a cake saver, so no guilt to make one. :)

I did, however, quit my Dr Pepper. It is like a recovering addict here, with the kids counting the days. I can hear Emily now, "6 days Dr. Pepper free". Baby steps, going in the right direction.

Karly said...

Karen, I finally found your blog, and your saw your cute grandbaby you have been bragging about! LOVE LOVE LOVE It!

Jessica said...

Karen that was so so true! You always have such insight! Keep us posted! Do you watch the Biggest Loser?

The Norris Family said...

keep on chuggin! better down than up!just as long as you feel good and people are noticing progress... were always hardest on ourselves..arghhh!

Tracy said...

Karen, Just wandering through, and I saw this post. Keep up the good work. One of the things I love about WW is that repentance is ok. Everyone makes mistakes; it's that you get back up and keep trying that teaches us the joy in the journey. And the longer you do it, the easier it gets. Hugs, Tracy H.