I’ve been thinking all morning. Thinking about all of the things I’ve given up for the sake of being healthy and trying to promote fat burn. Thinking about all of the water I drink, all of the miles I’ve walked, all of the swimming.

What else? What else do I have to give up, what else does my body need, and how the hell do I figure that out?

I drink 2 or more of those bottles of water a day. I just refill them from my tap and stick them in the fridge, rotating when I empty my first one, making sure that the second is empty before I go to bed - even if it means guzzling 10-12 ounces at one time. I don’t care, I’ll do whatever it takes.

(Now what kind of people will that bring to the site via search engines? ;))

Well, I went to my WW meeting this morning and it wasn’t really bad.  I lost weight.  I would have liked to have lost more.  My current weight is 195.6 down 0.4 from last Saturday’s weigh-in.  UGH!  Annoying.  Last week, over Christmas, I had lost a pound.  I was hoping for more this week because I have been doing so well.  I have been following program, exercising more than I usually do, and writing everything down.  Sure I could drink more water, but I really thought that I did better in that, too.  I am going to have so much water inside me this week, that people will here a sloshing noise when I walk by.  My goal for next week is to drop below the 70 P2G mark.
On a happier note, my RL WW friend lost 3 pounds in her first week!  Go Carolyn!  She may even join this community sometime in the near future.  I hope so.

Well, I weighed in today. I am almost too embarassed to post this, but I guess someone out there maybe might relate (I hope). I LOST NOTHING. In fact, somehow I managed to gain .2 pounds! I contribute this to the clothes I had on versus what I wore for my first weigh in.

The odd thing is, I really thought I’d lost a pound or two, based on my scales at home. So, I’m not sure what the deal is. I just know I feel embarassed, angry, and the whole gamet of emotions. I have been here before…I know what these feelings can do to me if I let them.

So, I’m going to vow to go back next week and have double the loss to make up for the first week of nothingness. I did work out hard this week. I ate right minus two days of eating a little too much at dinner, although it wasn’t a huge amount even then.

Yesterday wasn’t a bad food day. It was just a bad day. Work was crappy. Really Really Reallly crappy Crappy enough that one of my friends and I were planning our Friday Happy Hour at 8 am. And were ready to go. We were plotting on who would drive, where, when, what we would be drinking. The kicker….neither of us drink. We just were so angry and annoyed and can’t afford to quit. Meanwhile, by 2, we were planning on when we could quit and where we would go work. Food wise, all was good. When I’m that pissed off , I don’t eat. Which is bad and not healthy, but since I had no food in the house and would have ended up eating crap from the vending machine, not bad. Ok, I did have some nuts which staved off starvation, but better then the fritos in the machine. I know, not eating isn’t heathly. I made up for it. I ended up going to my sisters and seeing my niece. A beautiful 15 month old who makes everything go away. We went out for dinner. Hummus with pita bread and a shrimp dish for appitizer. Which was good and very filling. Guess who loves Hummus. the 15 month old. Pasta with garlic and escarole for the meal. Which I ate two bites of and wrapped up to go. I was so full from the hummus and shrimp. My sister had Mousaka (sp?) with escarole and rice on the side. Guess who loves escarole. The 15 month old. My sisters escarole wasn’t garlicy so the baby could eat it. She was great. Drinking water from a glass, I think it felt good on her teeth(ing) and only tried to grap the escarole off the plate 3x before we put it in front of her. What a kid. Love her and puts the reality back in check.