moving slow... but moving...

Weight last post: 267
Weight 10/30/04: 266
Weight 11/6/04: 262.8
Weight 11/13/04: 262.2
Weight this week: 261
Weight lost so far: 12 lbs.

Actually, I shouldn't complain about going so slow. It's working out to be about 3 pounds a week on average, which is perfectly respectable for someone in the early stages of weight loss with more than 100 pounds to lose. When I lose 27 pounds, about 10 percent of my starting weight, the meeting leader and I will discuss a goal weight, based on height, build, age. I don't really want to go down to the lowest weight for my height, which I think is something like 112. I'm not small-boned, in spite of being 5'3"; more like the larger side of medium-framed, if that makes sense. I have curves, and dammit, I want to keep them, thank you. I think the high side of the weight scale is something like 145, and that would be better for me.

I didn't start out doing this for looks, but to get my blood pressure and chloresterol down to a reasonable level. The vanity part is starting to kick in a little. I bought a sweater with a fake fur collar--it will be out of fashion next year, but it should be too big for me next year if I perservere. This week I wore slacks I haven't been able to get into for two years, and comfortably. Pants I bought this summer to get me through the winter aren't going to last the season, because they are already loose. Unless I can shrink them a touch. And dear goddess, I need a haircut... bad!

My poor mother isn't doing so well on this. She doesn't eat much, never did. Until this week she lost a half-pound at a time, but this week she gained a half-pound. Since she has a balance problem, she can't walk far without worrying about falling (she uses a cane out in public), and even though the meeting is only a few blocks away, she can't yet walk it. I admire her for hanging in with me, but if she can't make it past the new year, well, I understand. But at least she knows now why it was such a difficult thing for me to decide to do this--cutting down on butter is driving her nuts. And it broke her heart to learn that her beloved apple pie (her favorite dessert) is 9 points for a stingy slice (1/8th of a 9-inch pie). If you don't know Weight Watchers talk, don't worry about it--suffice it to say it's a shitload of calories.

We survived Halloween with its mini candy bars, we survived the fundraiser candy we both bought before deciding to go to Weight Watchers, and the next challenge is Thanksgiving on Thursday. Good news is that it will be just us two, no other family. Cuts way down on the stress. Onward and... um, downward!