Two weeks ago I freaked out when I weighed in at 190 kg (419 lbs), and it helped motivate me to start trying harder to stick to the Weight Watchers plan. I started planning out my meals, and recording everything I ate. I cut out almost all alcohol (just a few glasses of wine, mostly with meals). I got up and went for a walk every morning. And it paid off. When I weighed in a week later, I’d lost 2.7 kg (6 lbs). Today I weighed in again, and I’ve lost another 2.3 kg (5 lbs), so I’m down to 185 kg (408 lbs). So that’s 11 pounds down, and 189 pounds to go. And yeah, I know that still puts me at 220 lbs (100 kg), which would still leave me pretty chunky. I’ll deal with that when I get there.
It felt really good to see the result when I stepped on the scale. It helps that I don’t feel deprived, because I’m eating food that I like. Just not as much of it. And I’m (mostly) skipping the junk. And I just checked back through my food diary, and I only drank 4 glasses of wine all week.
I’m not going to lie. I want more wine. And bourbon. And maybe a margarita or two. Because I hurt. All the time. My wife said “yeah, but it’s the good kind of pain that you get after you’ve pushed yourself a little harder.” But no, it’s not the good kind of pain. It’s the kind of pain that sucks. It sucks just as much as the kind of pain that comes from sitting on my butt all day. The difference, I hope, is that the more I move, and the more weight I lose, the less I’ll hurt from just trying to live like a regular person.
On a happier note, I discovered crepes this Sunday. I’m not sure how it happened, but I’ve never eaten them before. But last week, I noticed there was a stall selling them at the farmers’ market. So this week, I got up early (6 am!) on Sunday, walked down there and bought a coffee and a crepe filled with spinach, cheese, mushrooms, and a bit of ham. It was amazing! So I think it’s going to be a Sunday thing from now on. But maybe I won’t get up quite so early.