Weight Loss Wednesday

I just completed week 15 on Weight Watchers. The weight is definitely not "peeling off" me, but it's coming off slow and steady. I am pleased with my progress and with the changes I am making. Last week, our topic at the meeting was about our support. I am very fortunate that Curly is super supportive of me, even though he thinks I can do it on my own. Trust me, I can't. That $36 a month is money well spent, trust me. We also talked about those who think they are being supportive, but really they are not. They are the self-appointed Diet Police. The Diet Police like to comment about what you're eating. They say things like: "Are you allowed to eat that?" or "That can't be on your diet." Or, if you have a bad week, they try to be helpful by saying: "Well, you probably just ate too much." While the Diet Police think they are helping, in actuality, they are not. I don't have too many people in my life who have joined the squad, but I do have a few.

First of all, yes, I am allowed to eat anything. I'm an adult who can make my own decisions. Secondly, I am not on a diet. I am changing the way I think about food, and I am changing the way food affects me. Food is not my friend and won't make me feel better. Food is fuel. It's delicious fuel, but it's fuel nonetheless. And, if I have a bad week, it might be because I didn't go to the bathroom yet, or because I'm wearing jeans instead of workout pants, or any number of reasons, including eating too much. Losing weight is as much a mental battle as it is a physical one. My mom told me to think of feeling a little hungry as Pac Man, munching away at the fat in my tummy. Try it, it's fun.

The thing I try to remember is that I am not my weight nor my size. I am me. I really like me, not matter the package. But to be the best me and the healthiest me, I have chosen to lose weight and make my package a little more enticing.