Okay, I get it. I'm pushing 50. Yes, I take enough daily medication to choke a horse. And of course there's the interferon injections. Let's not forget the interferon injections. But 7.2 pounds in five weeks. Come on!
I admit I haven't been religious about drinking the water.
Exercise? Nope, haven't exercised.
I have however stayed under my allotted points allowance each day (with the exception of that dang Dove Days weekend!) and some weeks I haven't even used all my "weekly points". Isn't the premise behind Weight Watchers that you can eat anything you want as long as you don't exceed your daily points allowance? I may not make the best food choices but I do know how to count.
That being said, at the end of week two I was down 5 pounds. I considered that a good start. End of week 3 still 5 pounds. Okay, not so great but I had lost some.
Then came Dove Days where I ate and drank whatever I pleased for three days and gained every ounce of that 5 pounds plus some. Yes, what took three weeks to lose I managed to gain back in a three day period. Three freaking days!
I got home and got right back on track. Within the first four days over four pounds of the weight gain was gone. Not bad considering. Okay, I'm on my way, right? Oh no girl, don't be getting all proud of yourself. It's been another week and guess what? Another whopping 15 ounces!
I am disturbed to say the least.
So now I ask myself, what's a girl to do? Thankfully my self quickly answers.
"Numero Uno - Fill a 60 ounce pitcher of water every morning and drink every ounce before the end of the day."
"Numero Dos - Get to peddling."
A little voice from somewhere in the back of my head says, "but you hate peddling."
"So what?" says my self. "Do it anyway."
"Numero Tres - Just keep counting."
Five weeks = minus 7.2 pounds
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