I'm A Weight Watchers Drop-Out

My husband is a wonderful man.  Supportive.  Loving.  And, particularly hates it when I consider myself "fat".  He actually rolled his eyes at me as I named this blog.  He assures me I am perfect.  And, in his eyes I am.  I am thankful for this delusion, but I have to do something to make it a reality in my eyes.

             (do I look fat?)

I've watched my weight creep over the last couple of years.  Sure, blame it on the hypothyroid and almost nonexistent metabolic rate.  But, to be honest with myself, that has been corrected for almost a year now.  The ball is back into my court.  

I'm a weight watchers drop-out.  I couldn't even go to virtual meetings.  I followed it faithfully for two weeks.  I lost 7 pounds.  I did the happy dance. I got off of it for 2 weeks and gained 15.  I felt frustrated and like a failure.

I own 100's of gadgets, gizmos, videos, and sports bras.  Where does that motivation go once I get home?  How do I keep the magical plans from the shopping cart to my living room?  That is an answer I am constantly searching for.

I can go down the list and identify many of my weight gain factors:

Activity

Stress

Stress Eating

Eating out of Boredom

Eating out of Habit

I know these are all modifiable.  (and not modifiable by almost replacing my whole closet with new "bigger" clothes either!)

So, per my doctor's orders, I have to move it, lose it, cut it, keep it off.  But, he's not why I'm really doing this.  I'm doing this for my family and me.  I'm a mother of two very special boys that deserve living in a healthy lifestyle with a healthy mother.  I refuse to let the fat roll come between us.

Today I weighed 195 pounds.

I had pizza for breakfast.