I say I want to lose weight, yet I have the hardest time giving up food in order to reach a weight at which I'm happy. I think there's a saying - "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels." Not in my mind. In my mind there are few things in this world better to me than Chick-fil-a (or any number of other delicious foods). Very few.
About a month and a half ago I took the plunge and signed up for Weight Watchers. They were running a special and I know so many people (IRL and in the blog world) who have had great success using their program. So I decided what the heck. I'll give it a try.
And try it I did. For about 3 weeks. For 3 weeks I logged in before and after every meal to check point values for everything I even thought about eating. For 3 weeks I only allowed myself to eat out 1 breakfast, 1 lunch, and 1 Starbucks per week. Prior to that I was eating out almost exclusively breakfast and lunch during the week as well as getting my beloved Starbucks 3-4 times. It was ridiculous!
So surely, even if I wasn't following point values, just pretty much giving up fast food should have helped me lose at least a few pounds. Throw Weight Watchers on top of it and I was going to look amazing come May 5th when the husband and I leave for our cruise. I may even be able to pack clothes from the pre-Abby era. To say I was excited about this prospect would be a gross understatement.
So what happened you ask? I didn't lose one single freaking pound. Not one! How is that even possible? While I wasn't counting calories (because that's not the Weight Watchers way) I would estimate that I was easily consuming on average at least 700 calories less per day than I did prior to joining. Did I expect to see miracle numbers in those 3 weeks? Absolutely not. But did I expect to have at least lost a few pounds? Yes, ma'am, I did.
So now I sit here extremely discouraged with