Not my feet, not my scale, not my weight
I knew the news wouldn’t be good today, and sure enough, it wasn’t: gained 2.2 lbs. I’m pretty sure I didn’t eat that much Halloween candy; it must magically multiply in my thighs.
But the good news is, I do know what works, and that is tracking. I haven’t done it consistently for about a year (?!? could it be that long?), and my weight has more or less drifted downward. But now it’s drifting upwards. I threw out all the clothes that don’t fit me, so that’s not a direction I want to go.
So thanks to DH Joel who hit me with the “Duh” stick. Sometimes, it takes the obvious to get unstuck. I’m back to tracking.
I realized I’m going to have to be a little less hard core when it comes to tracking. When I was making good progress, I was doing something I called “flore”: eating mostly core foods (now filling foods on Weight Watchers) but counting points, using just my daily points and not eating any activity points or weekly points.
That worked great when I had 28 or 30 daily points, but now that I’m down to 22 daily points, it’s no wonder I found it too restrictive. The solution is not to give it up altogether, but to do it the way it’s supposed to be: with room for life. No program that is inflexible is something you can live with.
