So this week the scale stuck, but I ate before weighed in which I normally don't do. Not to make excuses, but with tiny movements on the scale week to week, every little bit matters.
Anyhow, this week was all about Thanksgiving (I'm anticipating a 62 point meal- 29 points a day is my norm. If I stay within the my points all week, I should be good). Our meeting leader also discussed how to deal with food pushers-- the people who are constantly telling you to take another bite, have another drink, etc, etc.
As he spoke, I immediately thought of people I had known over the years that clearly fit the bill. My favorite was a former colleague who was drop dead gorgeous. I had lost 30 pounds in between the kids and her response (in a whiny tone) "If you lose weight then you'll be smart AND pretty and that's not fair!"
Great. Way to have my back, sister.
But now, it's very different. My mother-in-law has recently lost a large amount of weight (I don't know if she wants me to share how much!). My husband has lost 125 pounds and is still going strong. Three of my best girlfriends- Shelley, Ellen and Lisa are going to Weight Watcher's meetings now with me. At work, my assistant with the evil supercharged metabolism is supportive. My office mate is supportive- she is a stick, but her husband has lost about 50 pounds this past year. In my book group, quite a few women are WW devotees and have lost a lot of weight and kept it off.
In fact, I cannot think of anyone who doesn't support me.
I think I know more people who have gotten fit, lost weight or are in the process in the past 2 years than I ever have in my life.
I know Americans are supposedly getting fatter, but around me everyone is shrinking. Even better, these friends are being incredibly supportive.
A good friend I saw last week tried to get me to have a glass of wine last week when we went out, then stopped herself and said "I'm sorry. I know you're being good. Good for you!"
Much better than my former colleague.
My husband and I have had issues when one of us is committed and the other isn't - we now joke about it. One of us will say "Want some ice cream?" The other responds "No..." The non-dieter says "C'mon..." and the other eventually caves. Not any longer. No dieting, just changing habits. Together.
I have no intention of scaling back on Thanksgiving. I added up the points already. It's a lot. If this is truly NOT a diet, then Thanksgiving is not going to scare me. I am going to eat more than I normally would. Period. I love this holiday. I love all the food. It is one day. I will have wine. I will have pie. I will love every bite.
What I won't do is have seconds. Or thirds. I won't continue to eat like every day is a holiday all weekend.
What's even better is that I can count on my friends and family to back me up on my choices.