I can’t believe it’s a new month. Here in Parkland we have been in sort of a numb bubble. My focus has been on making sure these kids are heard and represented correctly. I have also been educating myself more on our constitution, guns, politics, and the NRA. The helicopters are still overhead every day as local schools walk out and march toward ours.
There are new stories and new insights unfolding hourly and I feel like I can’t miss a thing. Like I need to stay on top of it at all times. So my focus has not been on dieting. On top of that, Wicked Book Weekend, the book signing I work all year on, is next month.
But, I have been able to stay on Weight Watchers. I am super proud of myself. I am not doing great, but I am still OK with the results because I don’t feel deprived in any way.
I see people doing better than me, and yes, it discourages me sometimes. But most of them are much younger than me and not in the middle of menopause either.
I went in saying I wanted to lose around 5 pounds a month, and I would be happy if I lost 40 a year for the next 2 years.
When I did that calendar, I actually felt much better about how I did so far. I just feel like I have been playing with that same 1 pound for the last few weeks. I just want to hit 10 pounds!
I want that 10 pound charm dammit!
My son came in with his whole band from Nashville last week to play a benefit for Stoneman Douglas High School (he graduated from there). I fed 4 thin early 20s boys all weekend and behaved myself! That was a great feat for me. I had bites and tastes of the cake I made, but I counted every single lick.
Even though I have stayed in my points, I haven’t lost in the 2 weeks since the shooting. Stress and lack of sleep can play a big role in that.
Tomorrow my younger son’s band plays at a carnival. As long as I stay away from the deep fried Oreos, I think I will be OK.