In an attempt to revamp my weight loss efforts, I've made a few changes recently. Because this bullcrap of losing an average of .2 pounds a week? Yeah, it clearly proves that I've been a slacker. Seriously.
***The first change that I made was I quit going to my Tuesday morning Weight Watchers meetings.
Don't panic. I didn't quit the program.
I just decided that Tuesday mornings are not convenient ENOUGH for me. When I first signed up for WW, I assumed that because I am self employed, I could easily skip out on Tuesday mornings and enjoy my meetings.
Turns out, that was a load of crap because something ALWAYS happens at work---an unexpected meeting or deadline---that keeps me from attending my weekly meeting. And when I get my motivation sporadically, like that? I suck at following the plan. Period. So, now I've switched my meeting time to Saturday mornings, when I can focus more on ME without any distractions.
***Another change that I made was I stopped paying for my Weight Watchers membership weekly and started paying for it monthly.
This change not only saves me money---weekly weigh-ins cost $13.00 AND the monthly pass costs $9.22 per week---But, it also gives me full access to Weight Watchers eTools.
This is such a BIG DEAL for me because I am a tracker slacker. I know that I am supposed to write down/keep track of what I eat. Yet, I don't because it's a pain in the ass for me to carry my WW points tracker/companion books/paraphernalia around with me everywhere I go (and I'm rarely home).
With WW eTools, I can track my eating and exercise on any computer that has Internet access. And since I sit at a computer for a HUGE part of my day, keeping myself on track and accountable is easy peasy. Seriously, folks. I LOVE IT.
***The third change that I made pertains to my exercise pattern.
It's been said that the best time of the day to exercise is in the morning. Pish posh. Not for me. I am not a morning person. If you even look at me in what I perceive to be the wrong way before 8:00AM, I will contemplate stabbing you in the neck.
For this reason, I've decided to fit my exercise in right after work. Sometimes this means that I'm working out at 6:00PM, 7:00PM, or even 8:00PM.
And even though I FRIGGIN HATE TO EXERCISE (FYI--If lying on the couch with a warm blankie and a good book WAS exercise, I'd be the skinniest b*tch in town), I know that--like brushing my teeth and bathing, it's just something that I HAVE to do. No ifs ands or big butts about it.
***Finally, I've been trying to change my attitude about eating. Because, here's the deal. I CAN EAT. No, really. I CAN EAT like a 500LB truck driver.
But I don't really understand why I feel like I have to? So, what I've been asking myself when I feel like this is AM I REALLY HUNGRY? Or am I just eating because I'm stressed, bored, or tired?
I also try to curb my eating--when I'm at the point of feeling fairly satisfied with what I've consumed--by reminding myself that I DON'T HAVE TO stuff myself SILLY because there will be another meal in my future. As in...Even though I've eaten three meals and several snacks today, I WILL get to eat AGAIN tomorrow! WOW! What a freakin revelation!
So that's where I am in my pursuit of a smaller ass, my friends.
Oh, wait. Speaking of ass...
This week? I've been bicycling like a mad dog after work...and I think I might have sprained mine.
I expected bicycling to give me sore legs! But, my butt cheeks? Holy crap! Do they hurt like H-E-L-L?!
The old me would use this sh*t as an excuse.
She'd be all, "I can't exercise today. My ass is broken."
But the new me?
She's my Mother's daughter. And she ain't buying it.