Floundering. Isn't it a great word?
Not when you're floundering around with weight loss. I need focus to get the job done but focus has been smooshed by flounder and I really haven't been doing well since Christmas. I hadn't given up entirely but when I missed two Weight Watchers meetings in a row and then gained seven pounds, I knew I had some serious attitude adjustments to make. So last week I went back to WW, faced the music, and resolved to climb back on that wagon train.
I also set a personal goal: I vowed to lose five pounds in a week. I've been watching Biggest Loser on TV and they don't seem to have any trouble losing five pounds or more in a week so I thought, if those guys can do it, so can I!
As a result, I have been a model child for Weight Watchers. I have been on plan, every minute. I have exercised every single day. On the weekend I split wood and I split wood and I split wood, blah, blah, blah – surely that counts as exercise because at this moment every single bit of my blubbery body is shrieking with throbbiness.
Tonight is weigh-in.
Tonight the bell tolls. I sure hope it tolls for me.
BY THE WAY: If you're into watching your weight, you'll want to check out this COOL blog I discovered this morning. I found it via my Weight Watchers newsletter and it's run by a tattooed beauty named Sheryl whose every pore oozes pink inspiration. You can find her here: http://www.sherylyvette.com/