I’m having one of those weeks where I really don’t have much to say. Okay, that’s usually the case for me, but I can usually find something to talk about anyway. 
I had somewhat of a binge this morning. I couldn’t help it. The chocolate was calling my name. I felt bad about it, but I’m sure it won’t be my only slip this week.
It’s interesting to me that for the first year I was on Weight Watchers, I watched my eating with military precision. I practically considered going over my points illegal. It both comforts and frightens me that I’ve become much more relaxed and at ease where my eating is concerned. On the one hand, I don’t want to let it get completely out of control so that I end up where I began. But on the other, I don’t want to live my life under the extreme pressure I put myself in that first year. I want to be able to go out and enjoy myself without stressing to point where it’s not fun anymore. My first birthday on WW was a nightmare because of it. I refuse to do that again. I’ve also learned that if I slip, I can always pull myself back up. As I tell anyone else who has lost a lot and slips, I’ve proven that I can lose and keep the majority of the weight off. I don’t mind going off plan for a week, because I’ve proven to myself that I can get right back on track next week, if that makes sense.
I had a couple of people rave about my weight loss today. It was a good day for it since I was feeling so yucky about what I had eaten earlier. It did make me rather uncomfortable, though, as it usually does. Especially when people get nosy. Both compliments came from secretaries. One told me first that I was positively “withering away.” But then followed that up with that I look fabulous and that it seems to have come off slowly, which is the best way to do it. Of course, then she had to go and call me Valerie (I don’t think I look like a Valerie), to prove that while knowing me in passing, she doesn’t know what my name is.
The second person told me that I look amazing and said that if she had seen me outside of my department, she wouldn’t have known who I was, because she’s only seen me about twice during my weight loss journey. While the compliments were lovely, she then proceeded to ask me if I work out, how much weight I’ve lost, and to top it off, what size I’m wearing now. She actually guessed a size 8 or 10. I laughed hysterically and never really answered the question.
I’ve noticed that a lot of people who compliment me seem to imply that I make them feel bad. Their compliments are almost always followed up with “I need to do something…” How do you respond to that? Of course, I’m not going to say, “why yes, you do.” I would never even think that about someone, let alone say it.
Apparently, for not having much to say, I can’t seem to shut up.
My heart and thoughts go out to anyone who lost someone on 9/11.
you should think about saving $$ to move out – then you can control what types of foods are in your kitchen. then you won’t have to worry with chocolate calling your name.
As you know, money isn’t the only factor in where I’m living right now. Besides, the chocolate was mine and I have no desire to live in a house that’s completely chocolate-free.
Anyway, the chocolate was just the easy fall-guy I chose to blame this time. If it wasn’t chocolate, it’d be something else.
Like you say, why should eating a bit of choccy make you go on a guilt trip! As for the positive comments take them in your stride, and whatever you do…keep the thoughts that they need to lose weight, to yourself lol! Iv lost 63 lbs and none of the mums of the children I have in my charge have uttered a word! keep up the good work Pamela…or is that Valerie??? Lots of love x
Oh, and happy Birthday by the way! Have fun.