Well, I do have to face the music, come clean, 'fess up, whatever: like 95% of my fellow dieters, I have regained almost all the weight I lost a couple of years ago - I've gone from a low of 180 to - this morning - 213 pounds.
That's 33 pounds.
Sorry, Mr. President!
But I'm not going back to Weight Watchers, because the regain started while I was going there. In fact, if you look back at my posts from last year, I was already well on the way upward and couldn't seem to reconnect with the whole program mentality.
And being unemployed since December (not to mention homebound for two months with acute bronchitis earlier this year) didn't help either.
Despite my best intentions,
there are times when I feel a distinct sisterhood with Peggy Bundy.
But as they say (especially in the Catholic Church, of which I'm a full-fledged Rosary-carrying member!), confession is good for the soul. So now that I've told THE WHOLE WORLD (or at least my husband) about this, I can decide what to do.
Exercise more? Definitely. Especially since the weather's getting warmer. I had been going to 24 Hour Fitness two or three times a week, but now I'm going to start doing some nice, long walks as well. I should be doing SOMETHING - either the gym or the walk - every day of the week.
Diet? Well - maybe not. I may give the "No S Diet" another try. But I do kind of need the "s"'s, especially while watching those damn Scrubs reruns every afternoon.
OK, smart gal, how about this:
No more Scrubs reruns every afternoon!
Aahhh!! Well, we don't have to go that far! But yeah, I definitely need to cut back on my afternoon TV viewing - that seems to be when I get in the most trouble, snack-wise.
Well, I have to cut this post short, as Steve P. is out of the shower and I know he wants to get on the computer. Thanks, sweetie! I'll write more about this later.
Oh, and tomorrow, after church?
Just ONE doughnut for me, 'kay?