So yesterday was a momentous occasion – my first official Weight Watchers meeting. It went well, despite a flurry of nervous tweets that I sent as the meeting was getting started, including one in which I wondered if they would let me weigh in naked.
Yesterday was also momentous in that I put my bathroom scale way in the back of the closet. This might come as a surprise to you (ha ha), but I have a tendency to get a little obsessive about things, and weight loss/gain is no exception. I always weigh myself in the morning before I get in the shower… and sometimes after I get out of the shower in case I washed off any pounds. And I generally weigh myself before bed to see if I can accurately predict what the scale will say in the morning. And sometimes in the middle of the day just for kicks. I also sabotage my efforts because of the scale – if I am seeing progress, I think I can loosen up a little bit and then I eat too much and poof! the couple pounds I had lost are back.
I know, I’m a nutcase.
Because I am embarking on this Weight Watchers journey in order to learn how to eat like a normal person and to be healthy as much as to lose a few pounds, ditching the scale seemed like an integral part of the process. So, I put it away and I’m going to rely on my weekly weigh-ins at the meetings to tell me how I’m doing. Weighing in once a week is recommended by Weight Watchers as well, and I figure if I’m going to follow the program, I should follow the program.
So that’s my story. For this week, anyway.
