I signed up for Weight Watchers yesterday, did you? How is your commitment to a healthy 2010 going so far? I was nervous (understatement) to step on the scale and get my official starting weight, but in the end I was pleasantly surprised. I am five pounds down from the last time I weighed in at home, which means I have lost 50% of the holiday weight I packed on in November and December. The math is fuzzy and confusing, but let’s see if I don’t muddy this up too much.
I lost five pounds when I had the flu. I maintained this weight loss until my appetite returned, which coincided with the avalanche of cookies and treats that hit our home in December. I snacked my way through the five “flu” pounds and added five more for a total of 10 pounds in holiday weight.
Once the holidays were over, so were the cookies. The stale stragglers that remained went into the trash. I told myself not to worry about my weight until I started Weight Watchers in January, so I allowed myself to eat what I wanted within reason and on the condition I didn’t eat blindly as I was when the snacks were just laying there on the counter. I lost five pounds. There is your testament to the hidden calories in junk food snacks.
The five pounds mean something more to me than numbers on the scale. During one of my meetings over the summer with my nutritionist, she mentioned that normal people will gain and lose the same 5-10 pounds every year because life is irregular. There are months, like November and December, where the normal person will eat more than usual. Once their normal life/pace returns, they lose the weight they gained without conscious effort. For many people, they don’t even notice the weight gain and subsequent loss. Amazing, since I am normally aware of every filament I put in my mouth and can tell you within micrograms my weight any time of day.
I feel the five pounds were like that, and I couldn’t be more proud of this step in a healthy direction. I didn’t get too hysterical over the five pounds I gained. (I’m not counting the five flu pounds since I was bound to regain them once I started eating again.) I didn’t allow the weight to put me in the dumps, call myself a failure, or give myself a license to say “forget it” and eat until I regained the fifty pounds I lost. I tried to be aware without obsessing and for the first time in my life I lost five pounds without trying and without contracting a violent viremia.
If all I get out of 2010 is a healthy relationship with food that my sons can model, I will consider the year a success.