I joined WW Online last night. I should not make such decisions at 2:30 in the morning.
I paid my $50+ and I will do it for the next three months to see how this goes. I’m starting to feel a bit desperate, especially with this plane trip coming up soon. And my skintight jeans, of course. Sitting at work all day is no fun when you can’t breathe.
I had every intention of going to the regular meetings, but none of them within a 15-mile radius of me meet outside of when I am working (except 8:30 on a Saturday morning. Uh, no.) I think I like the idea of not getting the disappointment face from the receptionist when I don’t do as well as I should. I also like not having to hear “Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels” every week.
I joined the message boards on the Dubs site. Posted a message on the online program’s thing. Got made fun of for calling it Dubs and for my name being CmonFatso. They said I was ghetto. I laughed. It sounds like Frenzyboard. I am at home.
I’m back to figuring out how to eat 46 points in a day. So far, I’ve eaten twice as much what I normally eat before work and I have 41 points remaining. This, honestly, is the worst part about this plan. This and figuring out what the hell to take to lunch and for a snack.
I’m reading Health at Every Size. I didn’t know if I was going to like it. The second section is relieving this fear. I will be posting a review whenever I finish it.
I’ve been writing a lot in my moleskine lately. It’s a bit more therapeutic than typing, I have to say. I may share some of these entries soon, whenever this shift and my sleep schedule stop wrecking my life.
If anyone has any suggestions for shows to watch on Netflix that is not Doctor Who, I will be more than happy to take them. I finished Weeds last night (Obviously, if you’re friends with me on Facebook or Twitter, you know how upset I am) and nothing has been able to fill the void.