Way back in the day, 2004/2005, I lost 30 pounds on Weight Watchers. I was an expert on points, I learned to love vegetables, and would eat Subway often, like every day. The program worked for me! And then I stopped the program and life and blah blah blah, I got chunky again. No one saw that coming right?
I've gained and lost more weight than Oprah. I was lucky when pregnant, I only gained 20 pounds and only had 7.5 pounds to go when I came home from the hospital. Breast feeding was my friend, and when I went back to work, I was 20 pounds lighter than when I got pregnant.
That was more than a year ago. I started off this year strong. I was working out, even though exercise is my personal nemesis. I was eating right! I was on it. Notice how all of those verbs are past tense? A lot of things happened, I got stressed and I ate. And ate. (and ate and ate and ate and ate and ate and..repeat)
Tomorrow, I start Weight Watchers. I need the structure. I need to be accountable. I need to get rid of this bloat that I picked up because I decided water is bad. I like water, I'm not sure what that was about. I need to never use the word bloat again, I hate the word bloat, and hate that I'm using it while talking about me.
Cause this, this must stop.