I woke up this morning and my first thought was "oh gosh, it's Monday! No, make it stop." And you know what? I still feel like that. I just don't have the chutzpah to do the Mondaying today.
For about 6 weeks I have been doing Weigh Watchers in earnest. I have been working out 6 days a week, counting my points,measuring portions, avoiding eating out, writing down everything I eat and all that fun stuff. With all that work, I have lost exactly 1.8 pounds. I am so disgusted. DIS-GUS-TED! Now I could go into the whole "well, I am nursing, so I have no metabolism, blah, blah, blah" but that is not what I want to whine about. I want to whine about how friggin' stressful dieting is emotionally.
For the first time, I can honestly say I started dieting for health reasons, with the added hope of cosmetic side effects. Previously it has always been the opposite.I would always diet with the goal of looking better with the extra benefit of getting healthier. My father has this terrible cancer that was most likely caused by environmental reasons. I am getting up there in years, I have had gestational diabetes twice and I would rather not succumb to a preventable illness when I grow old. I want to be around with my husband and family as long as I can if God so decides to put my care in my hands.
Fast forward to Monday, April 21 I step on the scale to view that I gained 4/10 of pound. If you know Weight Watchers, you know you get 35 extra flex points, plus activity points. I went into my flex/activity points and I gained. I don't know why I gain whenever I do that, I am not supposed to, but I do. My brother who was home for the past month is leaving, so we had various "celebrations" all weekend. So gaining some was no surprise. However,t when you step on the scale and you see the number go up 4/10 of a pound, it feels like the world is coming to an end. Likewise, when you lose a pound, you feel like you can go out clothes shopping and buy all kinds of pretty things to go with your new figure, 4/10 of a pound makes you feel like you want to throw them all away.I suppose I am sounding kind of mental, but I am hoping I am not alone. I think I would be more inclined to give up dieting not because I cannot live without pizza (as accurate as that is), but because I can't stand the emotional roller coaster.
Gosh, I feel for you. I wish there were some magic way to do this... but you know, it's true about breastfeeding... and lately when have you had time to loose weight when you WEREN'T either pregnant or breastfeeding? I only seem to loose weight myself about 2 years post-partum. Until then, forget about it. Of course a little seasonal depression seems to help too (ha ha). When Nicky finally weans, I want to try that system cleansing thing, which is supposed to clean out the kidneys, liver etc... and help metabolize, and usually helps you lose a few pounds as an added bonus... (If he ever weans)
One thing I've found helped me is to always eat a big breakfast with protein in it (eggs) and then I'm not hungry the rest of the day. Use the points in the morning instead of the afternoon. If you're not already doing that.