I think one thing I learned from Weight Watchers is that I do not have the skill or persistance that would be needed to be anorexic. I don’t mean to be flippant; merely that keeping meticulous track of what you are eating and what’s in it must be an immense, exhauting process. Luckily Weight Watchers has their nifty little points thing, which means a lot less work for me. Still.
I am wearing my jeans today (never a good idea when it is hotter than the sun outside), and they are verging on being a bit tight – or at least the size they are probably meant to be. I’ve gotten used to having clothes that are too, too big. It’s not a pleasant sensation to think about things not fitting properly. I think having the weekly support the group programme offered actually had a huge impact on me; counselling did as well, though I don’t think I need it anymore in the way I did at one point.
I don’t want to try to drop weight so close to baby making time, as weight loss impacts on the menstrual cycle and that’s not a good thing when you’re keeping track of patterns for very expensive doctors. But I certainly would like to avoid gaining more weight. Perhaps back to Pilates I go – another sterling example of something I enjoy and that benefits me, yet I fail to continue with it.
I visited another service this morning and they had a variation of an old idea/quote hanging in their toilet. ‘If you want something different, you need to do something different.’
I’ve always liked that quote, but for some reason it is really resonating with me today. Okay….speak to you later. And by ‘you’ I’m not sure if I mean people reading this, myself, or the diary.
