Well, it’s 7AM and I haven’t gotten into the doughnuts yet:) Actually, I froze them last night just to be on the safe side. I plan to keep being good because it is paying off ever so slowly and I don’t want to slide back into Weightgainland.

I weighed in this morning: 1.4 pounds gone! Total: 4.2 pounds gone; 5.8 pounds to go for the first major goal; 15.8 pounds to go for the final goal.

Hope you ladies have a good week!

I mentioned in a comment somewhere about the local PA Dutch food (ya know, deep fried, smothered in a cream sauce.) Well, for years, one of the area Catholic churches prepares for Ash Wednesday/Lent by making the most delicious Fausnauts doughtnuts you ever did taste (something about the tradition of getting rid of all your lard before Lent?)

 Anyway, my neighbor, just about the sweetest gal you ever could know, is a member of this church and just dropped off a dozen of the glorious things. Ohmygod, do they ever smell fabulous! I’ve already eaten one (saying I could celebrate this good fortune just today and didn’t eat anything else for lunch) and nearly cried as I gave some away to my mother immediately.

Question is: do you think I can trick myself by wrapping the rest of the  doughnuts up and freezing them – in an effort to hide them from me? Or do you see me eating frozen Facsnauts in my future?

I keep telling myself that I can do this. I do not need to snarf all those babies down. Matter of fact, maybe I can ration them out and see how long I can make them last. Or maybe I should just invite some friends to my house this weekend and share with them (less I will end up eating!)

Sorry that I appear to be mental over doughnuts.. but they really are that doggone good.

OK. I have to be honest here. I’m getting all these wonderfully supportive comments and people telling me they’re watching how this 6-day diet plan goes for me and all. Only, I don’t know if I can do this thing anymore.

Truthfully, I feel like if I have to eat turkey on dry lettuce one more time, I may spew leaves and meat chunks all over my kitchen window. (Sorry for that graphic image, but it is true.)

This plan isn’t awful. There are much worse or more difficult diets out there. This one really is doable. I’m not eating cabbage all day, or on a liquid fast, or even not eating any carbs at all. But, this diet is becoming like an unwanted boyfriend to me. At the end of the night,I really want to give the “It’s not me, it’s you” speech and walk away forever.

I am still going to try, but I fell right off the wagon today. It was a planned fall. We always eat out after church on Sunday and I thought this would be a good point, midway, to just let myself eat normally for one meal.

My body sucked in that tortilla soup and half philly sandwich like a Hoover. Now, it is telling me I had better not even THINK about trying to eat anymore brown rice and veggies. Did I ever tell you all that I am not a big veggie person at all? I have been chocking down veggies for 3 days now. This feels like torture.

In the end, I must do what is right for me. I don’t know if that means I will follow this 6-day thing to the end, giving myself this one slip-up, or if I will toss in the towel completely and just eat by my Weight Watchers points again. We will see.

A part of me doesn’t want to fail at this, but I also have to remember that the main goal is to lose weight on those scales come next Thursday. I am doing Weight Watchers already and adding another diet on top of that might just prove that I am, in fact, certifiable in every way when it comes to food issues and weight.

Dude, I just want to lose 30 pounds and get off my diabetes meds! That’s what I want. Can’t someone just snap their fingers and make that happen for me? You can’t? Oh, well…OK. Well, we’ll see how I do until Thursday. Thanks for the support everyone. I’ll try to post more coherent ramblings later this week, hopefully.

Does anyone (Leanne?) know if there’s a 6-day Mini Makeover for Type A’s, like me?   Thanks in advance, if such a thing exists.  Or is it the same for all?

I had planned to not post until after my WW weigh in on Tuesday, but Lazy Daisy inspired me.

I really debated with myself before going to WW last week.  On one hand, I have had a lot of success with WW – 60 lbs originally lost (and 40 lbs STILL lost) in 2000.  On the other hand, it’s a commitment, and I’ve never been big on commitment.  It’s work, and I’ve been lazy.  It’s personal accountability, and it’s SO much easier to blame the weight gain on the holidays, the winter, the crazy work schedule, than it is to come to grips with the fact that I AM THE ONLY PERSON IN CONTROL.

Anyhow.  I went back.  I stood on the scale and faced my weight (and my weight gain), and I faced my goal weight (40 more lbs).  You know, I’m certainly familiar with BMI charts.  I’ve seen what the goal range for my height is many times, but you know what?  I have never EVER associated that goal range with ME.  “That goal range is ok for OTHER people of my same height, but I can never reach that.  It’s too low.”  The Scale Lady pointed to the upper end of the range and said, “This is your goal weight.”   Not  “This is the goal weight for someone your height.”  No.  She said, “This is YOUR goal weight.”  She didn’t know it, but she said exactly what I needed to hear – the goal weight is MINE.  I am the only one in control, and it’s not a bad thing at all.

I’m so proud of Lazy Daisy for heading back to WW.  I’m so proud of ALL of us for keeping on keeping on.  And I just wanted you all to know that you were all with me as I walked through the door for my first WW meeting.

Thanks.:thanku:

And it’s not helping the food situation. Hopefully everything will be less freaking out in a few days but I’m not sure. I am about to do something major, I am not saying what yet, I don’t want to jinx it, but it’s good, just makes me a little (by little, I mean, I have to vomit) scared,(and by that, I mean, it’s 4:35 in the morning and I can’t sleep). :shocked:

So, since I am freaking out, the first thing I think of is food.

Last week I faced a crisis. It had been two weeks since I last attended a Weight Watcher meeting, and in that 14 days I had managed to make poor food choices, stress out over work situations, be physically exhausted and also gain 6 pounds.

The prospect of going back to a meeting and admitting defeat was enough to send me back to the arms of my faithful friends (little Debbie, Sara Lee, and of course Ben and Jerry!) Looking for comfort in food goes back a long way with me.

I come from a southern family. If you are from the south, you know that the Pillsbury people were right in” that nothing says lovin, like something from the oven! ” Have another biscuit is the southern equivalent to saying, “I love you!” Have some pecan pie is southern for “You are so precious and sweet .”

I come from a southern “church” background. Which means fried chicken, potatoes and gravy, green beans cooked with fatback, corn on the cob (dripping with butter), biscuits, and of course apple pie every Sunday, (unless there is a covered dish dinner after church which is even more good eating!) Southern religious folks don’t drink, cuss, smoke, or sleep around…..We just over medicate ourselves with food until we slip into unconsciousness (also known as the Sunday afternoon nap!)

The prospects of going back to a perky, peppy Chirpy was enough to make me want to throw in the towel right then and there. The weigh-in, the scale lady, and my “support” friends asking, ” How did you do?” was daunting. (However, I’m much more afraid of Leanne, Shelli, and CrazyMomCat than I am of them!)

I started my “do-over” on Monday morning knowing I had to weigh in on Thursday evening. On Thursday evening when I weighed I was up by 2 tenths of a pound which was met with a frown. Scale lady must have thought I’d had a stroke or no longer understood English as I began my “happy dance” right there at the scale. To her it was a gain…..to me it was a huge loss from the self-inflicted wound I had given myself.

The meeting was about our former eating patterns and gold plastic medals on a red, white and blue ribbon were given out for confessions of the most chocolate consumed at one time, the most hot dogs eaten, the most popcorn etc. I listen, I clapped, I cheered, and inwardly I laughed…..These people were such amateurs. So I walked away knowing that I could have blown away all my competitors by my former eating habits. I walked away knowing that I was an Olympian Eater of champion proportions and I had the figure to prove it!

I also walked away from my old lifestyle, and my old  poor choices.  I had been unusually quiet during the meeting and I waited till most people had left to approach the Chirpster.  I asked her if I could have a medal too.  She looked a bit surprised and asked “what for?” I surprised her even more by saying,  “Because I came back to Weight Watchers when I could have easily just left.”

So I have a plastic gold medal hanging on my bulletin board right now as I write this entry.  It’s a reminder that I can make good choices and I will succeed.