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Time to slim down

Over the last year and a half I have put on some weight. The daily drives to Santa Fe, the endless hours in class, the endless hours studying, the reduced exercise as a result of a compressed schedule - all added up, literally, and made me fluffier than I'd like to be. This has happened to me in the past while traveling for business, so it's not a surprise, but I am now ready to focus on leaning back down.

I joined Weight Watchers again, like I have in the past. They have helped me two times so far, and as much as I hate being absolutely aware of watching and logging everything that goes into my piehole, I need to bite the bullet (0 points for bullets, yay!), and drop this extra me.

Last night I familiarized myself with the newest iteration of the online Weight Watchers, and am beginning to strategize meals and snacks, moving forward.

In my experience having the right foods around is key - if a healthy solution that won't blow my daily points is available I will go for that in lieu of the other options that might be nearby. I am nothing if not motivated here, and I can muster willpower when I need it.

I can do this. This is the right thing, but I know it's going to have its moments...where I get frustrated and have mini tantrums when the scale refuses to budge some weeks (which  happens) or when I've overdone it during a day and then we get invited out to dinner and then I know I'm sunk because I refuse to be one of those people who go out to dinner and inflict my preferences on some poor waitperson (and my friends)....These things happen and I know they are par for the course.

Slow and steady is how to do this. Because small changes over time add up.

I'll keep ya posted.

 Big hugs,

 Rather Fluffy Stevie

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