When I was doing Weight Watchers, having a big loss was a major high; seeing results such as “-3.5″ would make me justifiably giddy.
There was always a downside, though, because invariably I would experience a slight gain the next week. It was as if my body was balking against giving away too many pounds before it was really ready. Or maybe it was chastising me for daring to think I could have another loss the week after a big loss. Probably the latter.
This morning, after last week’s 5-pound loss, I stepped on the scale with a little trepidation. I saw the number, stepped off the scale, made sure it was calibrated to 0, and stepped on again. Same number.
I’m down 3 pounds this week. That’s 8 pounds in 12 days for those keeping track. No downside to that weigh-in.
My body is happy with the fuel it’s receiving, and my palate is happy with the incredible assortment of flavors and textures it’s being exposed to. I’m happy they’re happy – which stands to reason, I suppose.
I’m also happy with how I’m feeling, and how my clothes are getting looser, once again, after a too-long trend of fitting just as they did when I got them. My jacket was significantly looser when I put it on yesterday morning. That’s exciting to me, and highly motivating.
I explained in my first post of this new year that making the transition from Weight Watchers to nutritional Vegan was not a big deal because I’d been leaning that way for so long. I’ve changed my opinion on that matter thanks to something that was pointed out to me over the weekend – twice.
Instead of giving up and reaching for a box of Devil Dogs over not losing any weight for a nearly two-month period back in the fall, I made a choice to transition to something that could offer me what I needed to continue on my journey to health. There’s no downside to that, either.