Weigh In Saturday

Last week, I was in too much pain to type, so I was sadly unable to post an update on my weight loss journey. I had dislocated my shoulder, and was unable to type very quickly, not to mention that I was in a drug-induced stupor for most of my time.

So, last Saturday, I had a gain. 2.6 lbs. I was a little upset about it. I had been careful all week long. With my injury, I had to stay home, and I was very careful not to let myself get the munchies and go crazy. I don't do well when I'm not in my regular routine. But, I think the pain killers probably had something to do with my gain, as well as something...else.

I'm a lefty, and I was very fortunate that it my right shoulder that was dislocated, so I could still write and eat without a problem. However, I'm fairly ambidextrous, and I use my right hand to do all sorts of things, like cut with scissors, throw a ball, use a computer mouse, bowl, hit a ball with a bat, and oh yes, wipe my butt.

So, perhaps it was all psychological, or maybe it was also a bit of the drugs causing my plumbing to get backed up, but things were not moving as well as they should have. In other words, I didn't poop for nearly a week after my shoulder episode. I imagine that probably had a lot to do with my weight gain as well.

Aren't you so glad you read this blog?

A few days later, my shoulder magically popped itself back into place, and now all seems to be well with the world. Plus, I stayed on track and lost 4 pounds in one week!

Woo hoo!

Since I rejoined Weight Watchers in April, I've now lost 10 pounds. However, I was not terribly motivated all summer long, and my weight kept bouncing up and down over the same 5 pounds. It wasn't until six weeks ago, when we went to see my daughter's nutritionist about her increasing BMI that I really got serious and started trying to stick to the plan. I had gained more than my starting weight in April, and so I count that as my true beginning, because that's when I started caring and trying. So, in the last 6 weeks, I've lost 13 pounds, and have only gained once - the week that I was hurt.

I'm feeling super proud of myself for staying on track, writing down my food nearly every day, and eating within my WW points. Somedays have been a real struggle. A parent brought in plates of donuts the other day - a day full of meetings at school. It was hard to resist, but I kept my WHY in mind the whole time. My kids. My reason for trying so hard.

At the Weight Watchers meeting this morning, my 10 pound loss was celebrated, and the leader asked what I'd changed, and how I was able to have such a great week. I couldn't help tearing up as I told the group that I had finally found my WHY, the reason that I'm not allowed to quit, or get lazy, or not try my hardest. I confessed how guilty I felt when I found out that my daughter's BMI was too high, and how I could see myself in her as an overweight seven-year-old. There's no way I'm going to be as blase as my parents were about it.

Although we're not putting her on a diet, we're just trying to increase veggies, decrease carbs, and eliminate junk, we've been surprised to see that she's lost 5 pounds herself over the last six weeks. She hasn't always liked the changes, especially if half of her plate is covered with veggies that she's not crazy about, but she's done really well.

Here's to continued success. Hopefully the next six weeks will end up with another 10 pound loss to celebrate.