I did it.
I joined that club. You know, the one that’s like AA for fat people. Weight Watchers.
No they don’t pay me to write this blog. They don’t endorse me and I don’t endorse them. I just pay them a lot of money to torture me with math in the form of points and scales.
So, why did I start this blog? Because I’m a new Weight Watchers member. I completed my first week yesterday to the tune of gaining 1.8 pounds. I’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to work that way.
I watched my points like a hawk, so I don’t know what happened. It was definitely not those chocolate covered macaroons from Presti’s or the spaghetti at Guarino’s. I did have a quesadilla at Ruby Tuesdays without calculating the points before eating it. Bad move. Never do this. It was a whopping 36 points!
Truly, I didn’t do that badly where my points are concerned. I’ve eaten more vegetables and salad this week than most bunnies I know. I have to fess up to having more than just a weight problem. I also have an endocrine disorder called PCOS which makes being a girl a hundred times harder than it needs to be by making my periods and the week before them a living hell. This lovely little ailment is something I’ve struggled with nearly all my life. It is specially designed to work against my weight loss efforts by screwing with my metabolism and the way my body processes insulin and sugar. I am not diabetic, but I could be later in life if I don’t get this under control now. PCOS has ruined my body, and, let’s be honest, my love affair with yummy food and cake doesn’t help. I am, however, convinced that if I work hard enough I can kick PCOS in the pants right along with the umpteen pounds I need to lose, because, once upon a time, I was skinny.
And I’m not talking about vanity pounds here. I truly need to lose the amount an adult weighs. A really big adult, no less. I’ve tried in the past to lose weight, long before I knew I had PCOS. I would lose like crazy–35 pounds in two months–and then……nothing. It was discouraging to say the least.
But, more than just wanting to be skinny, I want to be healthy. I have two growing boys I’m raising. At ten and twelve years old, I can’t be an overweight blob sitting on the couch moaning about what I can’t physically do anymore. I have a husband who would like to buy me lingerie, something that I refuse to wear now because I feel like a hippo covered in lace.
What I’ve come to learn since my diagnosis is that there is a lot I can do and a lot I can’t.
I CAN lose weight.
I CAN work harder to make that happen.
When my period is right around the corner–the week before and the week of always being tortuously painful for me–I CAN’T expect my body to work with me. I am going to gain weight that I CAN’T control.
I also CAN’T use PCOS as a crutch to blow off my weight loss efforts. Truly, just because I gained this week doesn’t mean I gained weight. My ankles are swollen and I’m hardly peeing at all. I’m retaining water like a boss. That’s what I’m doing. I can’t let that 1.8 pounds give me an excuse to go over my daily and weekly points allowance. I have to keep my chin up and keep chugging along.
So, cross your fingers that next week, after I start my period, I’ll take a giant pee and lose like ten pounds.
That could happen, right?
- Simple Ways to Cut Calories Every Day (belmarrahealth.com)
- PCOS and me (weightlossmummy.wordpress.com)
- The Effectiveness of Natural Weight Loss (belmarrahealth.com)
- How I Made My Weight Loss A Success (bobbidarling.com)
- PCOS sufferer wants weight loss advice (theweightloss1.wordpress.com)