Losing

I'm proud to report that since starting the Weight Watchers programme, I've lost more than ten pounds over three weeks - a figure normally only achievable with the aid of leprosy. I don't feel any different just yet, but it's got to be a little healthier for me, even if my actual healthy weight is still thirty pounds away. For now, the ever-elusive goal weight line has been shifted down so that I have another ten pounds to reach it again.

I definitely feel a difference since starting - the high weight loss at the start is mostly due to coming back from my parents-in-law and not being fed on eighteen-course meals in San Francisco restaurants all the time (which was a nice problem to have while it lasted), but I felt noticeably hungry throughout the day at first - now, I've got used to eating less and don't feel the need to stuff myself with as much zero-point fruit as I once did. We've also been going to the gym more regularly (or... ever), where I spend a while with weights and on the elliptical machine - I'm not quite ready to start running again yet as I can definitely feel my stomach, er, jiggling uncomfortably if I try.

Knowing the things that cost more points is a huge help, because they're sometimes very innocuous (what's wrong with bread?!) - and it's now much easier to refuse someone's offer of some weird chocolate-caramel wafer thing if they're being passed around, purely because of how much of a pain it's going to be to look up and put it into the tracker.