I believe 2.1 must be my new lucky number.   I lost 2.1 pounds last week and another 2.1 pounds this week.  Also, if I average how much I’ve lost over the past four weeks, it averages out to 2.1 pounds!  I have a sneaking suspicion that I might gain a bit next week, but I’m going to do my best to make sure that doesn’t happen.   If not, then it wasn’t meant to be.

I only need to lose 0.6 pounds to be merely overweight.  I can’t tell you how excited I am for this.

Apparently, I didn’t do too badly over the weekend with my special events.  On Saturday they had creamy tomato soup (absolutely incredible), grilled chicken, asparagus (buttered, which I did not eat much of), wild rice, and carrot cake (I only ate 1/3).  I did the best I could as far as counting points for it.  I plugged each of the items into my online Weight Watchers food tracker and took the average point value from the options that popped up.  I also did well on Sunday.  I took my own hot dogs which were only 1.5 points for two.  I had one wheat bun for 2 points, fruit for one point, half of a devilled egg (yum), and salad with my wishbone Italian dressing.  Overall, not too shabby.  And the best part is that I didn’t allow either of these events to send me into a tail-spinning binge!  I even had half of a piece of chocolate birthday cake.  I actually ended up going over my weekly flex points by about one (can’t be sure of the actual amount since I had to guess on Saturday), but still lost 2.1 pounds!

I’ve mentioned before that it seems that the older generation feels the need to comment on people’s weight more often than younger people.  At least that has been my experience within my family.  It seems that this is the case with older men in particular.  Or maybe just the older men in my family.  My uncle (the one from out-of-town) kept going on and on about how great I looked and how much I’ve lost.  It actually made me a little uncomfortable.  When I got done eating my birthday cake, I still had a lot of frosting on my plate.  He came over and kept saying “good for you for not finishing that frosting.”  Hello?  First, it’s none of your business.  Second, I’m not two.  Last time I checked I was an adult.  And three, I don’t like frosting to begin with!  If I liked frosting, I probably would have finished it and it would not have made me any less of a person.

The other comment that he made really bothered me and it is, in fact, a comment that I’ve heard from the other older man in my family who I’ve had issues with.  After I got there and he started going on (which was nice in a way), he proceeded to say, “now if you can just get your mom to do it, too.”  Jerk.  It is not his place, nor mine, to be telling anyone that they need to lose weight.  And, in fact, not that it matters, my mom has lost quite a bit of weight.  The last I’d heard it was around 25 pounds, but I believe that she’s lost more than that now.  The point is that it is her business and her business alone.  No matter how old I get, I will never understand how someone can think that it is okay to comment on another person’s weight or their need to lose (or gain) some pounds.

Rant finished.

On a happier note, my grandma again commented that I look fine the way I am and that she doesn’t believe I need to lose any more weight.  You would have to understand what my family and my life has been like to understand how profoundly such a comment by her affects me.  Ever since I started gaining weight when I was in around 3rd grade, she has continually made comments about my brother and I (my whole family, in fact) needing to lose weight.  She still does this to a great many people in our family.  I even remember a specific time in around 5th grade where she was babysitting us while my parents were out of town and I needed a new pair of pants.  She made the comment that I didn’t have a waist.  I’ve never forgotten that.  I think I was so humiliated and so shy at the time that I didn’t say anything in response, but I remember thinking “yes, I do.  It’s right here.”  And not understanding what she meant.  So, for my grandma to tell me that she thinks I’m fine the way I am is like being handed the holy grail.  I know it shouldn’t matter what she thinks, but it does.

Total lost to date:  155.3 pounds