A few weeks ago I posted about my weight issues and my weight goals. A few days after that weighty post, I talked about beginning to work-out with my friend Lauren. (You may remember how kick-boxing and LAUREN'S LIES almost cost me my life.)
But since then. Not much, right? I bet you're wondering how I'm doing. With the weight loss. The dieting. Yada yada yada.
Well, um, I've gained like three pounds.
(Seriously.)
See, when you begin to work out, you get hungrier than usual. And you also get stupid. Because if you've burned 500 calories, the pizza you eat immediately afterward shouldn't count. RIGHT? But, it does, apparently. Just ask my hips. Or my jeans, for that matter. (They hurt from being stretched so thin.) I have cute clothes, I swear it! I just can't wear any of them! And I've been working out! I have! No, really! I got up at 5am last week and cycled. I've done yoga, weights, hiking. And still? I've gained weight. Mike says it's muscles. I say: Let's ask the jeans what they think. Jeans: JUST FAT!
So, enough is enough is enough. I have capris and shorts and dresses and cute little tees—none of which were intended for a sausage.
I CAN NO LONGER BE A SAUSAGE!
In short: I've started Weight Watchers. Thanks in part to Kicky Boots (Hi!) and Amieable (Hi again!) and also in part to Google. (Do I need to link to Google? That seems like unnecessary linkage?)
I already have a few points-friendly meals in the freezer and some WW muffins and yogurt, too, so hey, not entirely starting from scratch. (Phew!) But, as I've said before, it's going to take a while. You gain weight a lot quicker than you lose it, and I've gained it over a whole year . . . so . . . shit.
But the time will pass anyway, and with this plan I can eat cupcakes and pizza.
(Even if that's all I can eat.)
(For a week.)