Biding time

Saturday, September 18, 2010 Permalink

I have about 4 hours until I have to go and weigh-in with my Weight Watchers’ consultant.  I got on the scales yesterday and the news isn’t good.  I won’t harp on again about last week’s 3ishkg gain and the fact that…. even though I have stuck to points (or lower) every day this week, because I didn’t go to weigh-in last week, I will weigh heavier than my last weigh-in.  There is a good lesson there.  Next time I want to skip a weigh-in because I think I have gained weight, I SHOULD still go and weigh-in because otherwise it distorts the next week’s weigh-in.   (And let’s face it, it fucks with my head!)

Of course, I have been obsessing about cancelling today’s weigh-in because the news will not be good… although when those brainwaves hit me I need to re-read the last part of the previous paragraph!

Violet Beauregarde in Willy Wonker & The Chocolate Factor

I feel so frustrated with this weight-watching business at the moment.  So much effort for such a little result.  Of course even scarier than having been ‘good’ all week for no result, is… what if I had eaten what I wanted to all week?  Would I have gained more weight (as if 3kgs last week wasn’t enough!)?  Would I keep getting bigger and bigger (quickly) like a balloon…. like Violet Beauregarde in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory?  But not blue.  Of course.

Anyway, there’s no escaping it today.  I have to weigh-in.  Then I have to sit and listen patiently to the Weight Watchers consultant share this week’s lesson with me – although admittedly the benefit of the one-on-one consultations is that this part is able to be better-targetted to the actual Weight Watcher, rather than a one-size fits all presentation.  No, the bit I am really not looking forward to is the “How was your week?” question.  I am tired of telling my story.  Tired of whinging.  Tired of complaining.  And I am tired of thinking about it all. Constantly.

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