Two Out of Three Ain't Bad

If you could lose the weight by yourself, you already would have done it.

There's nothing mysterious in that statement; just straightforward fact. There are some things we do well. There are others we do not do so well. I consider myself a good husband. I consider myself a good speaker. I do not consider myself strong at weight loss. Therefore, when faced with those things you don't do well, you have choices:

1. Continue to do them poorly and feel dissatisfied with the results
2. Get some help and feel better

I am fortunate that I usually opt for the latter. (Of course, KNOWING and ACCEPTING when you don't do something well is yet another thing one has to learn.)

One of the WW meetings I conduct is called an "on site" meeting. Instead of at a WW center, where others come, it is at work site and I go there. This particular one is not largely attended but it's a cohesive group that is facing a lot of stress in their workplace and seem (at least from my outside opinion) to support and help each other through whatever is happening.

A few weeks ago, the idea was floated about an email list that served the group. Since they have food everywhere they turn and because they are working so hard, the combination of stress, lack of time, and an abundance of goodies was setting several of them back. They decided that they would email each other a few times a day asking for encouragement, supporting each other, and providing inspiration.

It lasted about a day. (Habits can be as hard to start as they are to end.)

Last week, I suggested they start  again. They did, with me in the loop too. I figured in addition to providing support, I, too, could use some. After all, I'm not cured nor healed. I'm still facing the battle. Why not? The question was what do I do?

Well, if you've been following my blog for awhile, you know that one of my "issues" is late night eating. If I could just get that under control, I'd weigh 50 pounds less in three days. So, I emailed the group and said I would not eat after 9PM if someone else would join me, which a few others did.

That was Tuesday night. I did great. I woke up on Wednesday feeling healthy, thinner, and noticing a difference. It's funny how that works; give it one day and you get results.

Wednesday night, I got sloppy; not as bad as I usually do; but I didn't like how I behaved. Last night, I recommitted but I did not get home until 9PM. What to do?

I ate very light, was finished by 9:30 and decided that was it. So I count that as a victory.

Today's scale echoed my sentiment. Two days out of three. Noticing change, feeling better, gotta keep it going.