There and Back Again
Jul. 18th, 2008 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
polychrome_pen....A Ry's Holiday?
This week I decided to start back on Weight Watchers. Honestly, I'm not really surprised. I was halfheartedly doing it before midterms, but got totally derailed (after losing 7 pounds) due to stress. But last week I started a soup diet and lost 6 pounds, bringing my total lost up to 13 pounds. In an effort to maintain that momentum, I decided to continue on at the end of the soup diet with Weight Watchers.
For those that don't know, I did WW back in high school when I was at my (then) heaviest. I have since gained 25 pounds above my old heaviest weight, most of them in college. I'm unhappy not only with my looks, but my general state of health as well; I'm tired all the time and seem to have a much harder time focusing. This is negatively impacting not only my school/grades, but really my whole life.
Looking back, I can see this decision has been floating around the back of my mind for some time. After going off of WW the first time, I had limited success with the South Beach Diet, but ultimately met with failure after three tries at it. I do believe it works, but only for people who have good self-control (something which I have never been particularly blessed with in the food choices department).
But I think the ultimate kicker was a trip to the Boardwalk a two years ago. We were going to go on the Fireball, and I couldn't fit in the seat. It was completely humiliating to have to walk off of the loading area while my friends rode. That feeling has stuck with me for over two years now, floating at the edges of my thoughts.
Another problem was when I wanted to get medical insurance last year. I was initially denied because of my weight (proportionate to my short height), and only have that insurance today because my doctor believed enough in me to write a letter on my behalf.
Shopping for clothes is always depressing too: nothing I like fits. I don't think many people have any idea what it feels like to come away from a store with NOTHING, not because you didn't like anything, but because you're too fat to fit into any article of clothing in the store besides a hat.
I chose Weight Watchers because not only have I met with some success before on this plan, but it allows me to eat normally and healthily. No weird diet restrictions, no off-limit food groups. Just assistance in making good, healthy choices. I'm not going to the meetings now, but that may change if I believe it will help me out on this journey. I think I have finally hit that low point where the only place I can go is up.
This week I decided to start back on Weight Watchers. Honestly, I'm not really surprised. I was halfheartedly doing it before midterms, but got totally derailed (after losing 7 pounds) due to stress. But last week I started a soup diet and lost 6 pounds, bringing my total lost up to 13 pounds. In an effort to maintain that momentum, I decided to continue on at the end of the soup diet with Weight Watchers.
For those that don't know, I did WW back in high school when I was at my (then) heaviest. I have since gained 25 pounds above my old heaviest weight, most of them in college. I'm unhappy not only with my looks, but my general state of health as well; I'm tired all the time and seem to have a much harder time focusing. This is negatively impacting not only my school/grades, but really my whole life.
Looking back, I can see this decision has been floating around the back of my mind for some time. After going off of WW the first time, I had limited success with the South Beach Diet, but ultimately met with failure after three tries at it. I do believe it works, but only for people who have good self-control (something which I have never been particularly blessed with in the food choices department).
But I think the ultimate kicker was a trip to the Boardwalk a two years ago. We were going to go on the Fireball, and I couldn't fit in the seat. It was completely humiliating to have to walk off of the loading area while my friends rode. That feeling has stuck with me for over two years now, floating at the edges of my thoughts.
Another problem was when I wanted to get medical insurance last year. I was initially denied because of my weight (proportionate to my short height), and only have that insurance today because my doctor believed enough in me to write a letter on my behalf.
Shopping for clothes is always depressing too: nothing I like fits. I don't think many people have any idea what it feels like to come away from a store with NOTHING, not because you didn't like anything, but because you're too fat to fit into any article of clothing in the store besides a hat.
I chose Weight Watchers because not only have I met with some success before on this plan, but it allows me to eat normally and healthily. No weird diet restrictions, no off-limit food groups. Just assistance in making good, healthy choices. I'm not going to the meetings now, but that may change if I believe it will help me out on this journey. I think I have finally hit that low point where the only place I can go is up.
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Date: 2008-07-20 01:37 am (UTC)I know, poor excuse.I know...clothes shopping sucks, doesn't it? And I'm too scared to buy clothes online most of the time because I don't want to hassle with returning things via mail (and paying the subsequent shipping charges...XD).
Thanks for the well wishes! ^_^