The Weight Watchers thing, or 'WW' as I like to call it in public company (although, there has been some confusion as I have previously referred to the West Wing as 'WW'). I should say that this whole weight loss thing is hard bloody work! Not too mention slow going. I know, I know, it's all about change and change is slow. I know this, I'm a friggin' social worker, I know about the ups and downs of change. But argh! It can be a little frustrating at times.
My learnings so far? Veggie Soups – friggin' awesome. They are totally my saving grace. Not sure what will happen in summer, although I do have a cookbook with lots of 'summer soups', so we'll see how that goes. Most irritating thing so far? (Now, this could be an overshare) More regular bowel movements. I mean, seriously, going poop at work? Bleh. All I can say is thank goodness I got over my childhood phobia of public toilets courtesy of my irritable tum. The best thing so far? Starting to feel a little bit lighter and starting to feel more in control of what goes into that mouth'o'mine. My biggest challenge? Apart from the whole exercise thing – booze! Tiki cocktails containing honey butter do not help! No matter how cute the cup is . . .
So will this change go long-term? Not sure yet, but if I make it past the three month mark, then hopefully. I haven't actually managed to stick to any lifestyle changes for longer than three months before. Unless you count switching to recycled toilet paper, which when you consider the luxe factor of Cotonelle
, was a considerable sacrifice. So to reward my efforts I have decided that when I make it to my first 'milestone' (loss of 5kg), I will have my first massage. And considering the tension I seem to be carrying these days, I better hurry up – I need a massage!! Maybe at 10kgs I can have Wii . . .
I suppose if anything, WW is a jolly good excuse to buy myself nice things. And I totally needed more of those.