Days 6-9: I Fight with my Inner Child

Okay, I know.  I let you down.  I told you I would.  I said it would happen, and you didn't believe me, and then BAM! Disappointment jumps out of the bushes and kicks you in the ass.

But, just because I haven't been logging my struggles and successes (many more struggles than successes, just so you know), that doesn't mean that I haven't been keeping up with the Weight Watcher's program.  I have.  It's been hard, but I have.

I found around Thursday evening, Day 6 for those of you that care to keep track with me, that I started having a tug-of-war sort of argument with my inner child.  It went something like this...

Me:  Ah, shucks.  I'm out of points for the evening.  Better pack it in, and call it a night for now.

My Inner Child:  I'm hungry.

Me:  No, no, no.  That's no way to think.  We've already eaten enough for the day, so let's get to bed, and rise bright and early with the birds and the fish, and think thin thoughts.  Come on, whaddaya say!

My Inner Child:  HUNGRY!  WANT CHOCOLATE!!!

Me:  Now, now.  Being hungry and wanting chocolate are two competely separate things.  First of all, if you're truly hungry....wait, I see what you're doing there.  Trying to get my focus off, aren't you.  Well, that's not going to work, here.  No-siree-bob.

My Inner Child:  I'M DYING!  GIMME CHOCOLATE!!!

Me:  Wouldn't it just be better if we went to bed, and started fresh in the morning?

My Inner Child:  CHOCOLATE, NOW!!!

Me:  Okay, okay, but just a little bit.  Don't tell anyone.  Here's a Weight Watchers Giant ice cream fudge bar.  See, it says "giant," so it must be big.  I'm sure Weight Watchers wouldn't falsely advertise something like that, so I'm sure it will satisfy you.

My Inner Child:  GIMME!  GIMME! GIMME!

Me:  Here, take it!  You don't have to lick the wrapper!  Now, quick, up to take a shower.  No, go ahead and eat it in the shower.  That's fine.  Whatever will get you in bed faster.

My Inner Child:  Mmmmmm....chocolate.


Okay, so that might be a slight exaggeration of what went on.  Slight.  Very, slight.

Friday, day 7 was similar, however, I still maintained tracking all of the points that I consumed this week, even though I did go over the amount I was supposed to have by about 7 points.

Saturday, day 8, is Weigh-In Saturday.

So, that's the day that I have to go to my Weight Watchers meeting and step on a scale.  And be honest about all the stuff that I ate over the week, and all the exercise that I did or did not do.

It's the day that I dread with nervous anticipation.

And so, this Saturday, I went in....

And....

Are you curious?...

Do you wanna know how I did?....

Is it bugging you that I haven't told you yet?....

I hope so.

Just a little bit.

Because I'm ornery.

And it's very likely that you are, too.

And you know it.

Okay, enough procrastinating...

I....

Well,....

I....

Can I get a drum roll here, or something?

I...

Lost 2.6 pounds this week!

Yea me!

So, that brings my weight down to 272 lbs.

I think soon I should start taking measurements with a tape measurement as well.  It should be interesting to see, if I keep up with staying on Program, how those measurements change over the course of these 30 days.

So, that's my update for now.  I'm going to go pat myself on the back now, and put my inner child to bed.