According to the scale in the RV, I'm 8 pounds lighter than I was when I started Online Weight Watchers two weeks ago. Alas, of course, I don't actually think I have lost 8 pounds. I think I was on the heavier end of my diurnal weight fluctuation when I entered my starting weight into the system. I'm also not entirely confident in my scale and might seek the second opinion of another, although there is no weigh for me to retro-weigh myself to see what I would have weighed on an alternative scale two weeks ago. In any case, while I have not actually lost 8 pounds, I do think the result means that I have lost some weight, and I'm hopeful that I will persevere with the plan and continue the downward spiral. Regardless, I have been eating healthier, which has to be a good thing.
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Grease and sugar are funny and subtle things. You need to test yourself with a slab of pie after work tonight. I alluded earlier to the long line of goodies that you would be facing and their sweet challenge, but you have not really tested yourself yet, have you? Oh sure, you have made a few feints and false lunges at that long line of sweets and treats, but you have never really hit the line, so to speak. I think you are stronger than Haagen-Daz, but you will never truly know if your will is made of iron or tofu. That eternal, taunting chant will never go away until you fully confront it and show it that you are stronger by eating of the forbidden fruit then casting it to the ground and beating your chest in a primordial victory song. Can't you hear it? It's not going to go away. Red rover! Red rover! We call the dieter Jeremy over! God how that must taunt and torment you. Go on! Show them who is the boss, have a slab of pie after work. You know deep in your heart this is the last obstacle in your way to being svelte and slim.
LDM
I will not be so easily undermined.
Man, if someone could have me shake eight off in two weeks, I'd pay them big time. Good going, JF. Do you have a goal, like five more and you're done, or what?
-- kep
WW works, my Mom lost 80 lbs. through the program and my sister lost 50 lbs. My sister didn't keep hers off because she did exactly what that LDM person is suggesting. She thought she could have the occasional fattening treat and before long, all the old habits were back in full force.
My goal weight is more ambitious than losing five more pounds. But, of course, I do have to lose five pounds to get there, so that's the next Milestone.
Ooooh! That would be so fun if you were part of our workout group, Jeremy! We try to use a (balanced) combination of guilt and encouragement to get each other to work out.
By the way, do you have a picture of yourself from 2 weeks ago? Maybe the other WLS obesity coders and I could help you out. We could at least tell you whether you were "doughier" then than you are now.
-Jessie J.
He hasn't seen the elephant yet, not by a long-shot, baby. Do you think as he sits with his crust of low carb bread, smearing on the alloted 2 grams of neutered margarine, then piling on the grass clippings and pouring 6 oz. of tepid skim milk that he is heeding the 'thin words' of all the el-Heftos here? No! As he chews those grass clippings his mind is on all his skinny friends who after 40 consecutive jumbo pizzas and 10 kilos of McDonald's fries still have protruding ribs. We both know that all the well-wishers are at this moment in some cafe with half a plate of golden brown home fries, 3 over easy, a double side of sausage links and toast with honest-to-God butter in front of them. I've seen it a hundred times. What gnaws at his guts is not hunger, it is something more primal. He is being called out by a crispy creme and he knows it. You can proffer him all the support you want, cringe for him and wring your hands and pet him and offer to take him weight lifting, but to no avail. He is alone on this one, baby. It's him and the crispy creme - one must fully consume the other because there can only be one and only one standing blubber-boss in Slimville when the face-off is over. Either him or the creme will be standing. It's the way it always has been and the way it must always be. Lo! This is like a Western movie - he reminds me of Gary Cooper in High Noon. It's about 11:00 AM and the clock is ticking. Tic-toc, tic-toc, tic-toc.
-LDM
j: I've spent enough time around livestock and county fairs that I'm quite capable of grooming myself for show. But don't get my hopes up for an appearance in the Dane County Center Ring if it's not going to happen.
teddy/jessie: I suppose guilt and encouragement might work for me, especially since the more likely bet--donuts--is off-limits. Let me know when you normally go to the SERF.
ldm: Kripsy Kreme is spelled with two K's. I'm too lexicofastidious to be undermined by anything not spelled correctly.
I would wager that you would/will not be razed by a glazed, or a c(k)rispy c(k)reme. Killing the fat and attaining a goal being two different matters entirely, I would hate to see my blog hero end up like me, sporting a BTB (born to binge) tatoo on his bicep. When I drop some weight, I invariably quit exercising, which is a quandry I am working on.
-LDM
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