Yesterday was weigh-in day at Weight Watchers after my first week. I'll admit I was a bit nervous. I stayed on program all week, but was only able to do a slight bit of exercise as my hip is absolutely killing me. I starved all week. I don't remember this program being this difficult last time, and, frankly, I think that's because it wasn't. The program has changed since the first time I went on it and I don't get to eat as much daily...although there's a weekly "allowance" of extra points you can choose to use or not use. I tried not to use them, which is probably not going to happen again, because if I'm this hungry every week, I'm not going to last very long on this. I decided, instead, to divide my 35 bonus points up over the seven days in a week, and give myself an extra five points a day. It may slow my weight loss down, but if it keeps me on program and losing weight, it'll be okay.
So? The results...I lost 3.6 pounds. Seems rather anti-climactic. It's a long journey, that begins with a single step...er, pound, I know. But, somehow, I thought that I would have lost over five pounds, as hungry as I was all week.
So I had to rethink this whole thing. I'm not going to be able to lose the weight fast, I have to realize that. It's a process, a journey, as I said before, and if I can lose something, ANYTHING, week to week, I'll be headed in the right direction. I turn fifty next summer, and I intend to look fabulous! (Just call me Oprah. Well, okay, don't.)