Weight Watchers and New Year's Resolution
by Katharine
For your wedding it's almost mandatory that you go on a diet. As soon as that ring goes on your finger, visions of wedding dresses and what you'll look like walking up the aisle float through your head. Panic is usually the next thought. So of course for the new year I'm on a diet. Since meeting Jeff I've put on what I like to call my "happy weight". You know, the weight you gain when you're in a happy relationship and now feel comfortable to chow down like a big ol' HAWG in front of your mate. And apparently I was *really* comfortable! 15 pounds later and I need to lose some of that weight!! So off I went to join Weight Watchers and I'm down about 10. Woo hoo.. right? Yup.. I was pretty proud of myself until Jeff joined. I swear to you the man lost about 8 pounds in 8 days. Let's back track to my own loss.. that took place over the course of 2 months. And Jeff joins and apparently the fat is melting off of him. I call that unfair. It's just not right. The man cut out a can of coke a day and he freakin' lost all this weight. Meanwhile I'm damn hungry and ready to chew my own arm off like a deranged coyote and I'm still losing at a snail's pace. Bah. That f*ckin' sucks. A lot. If I don't see some weight loss tomorrow when I weigh in it's going to be a bad day. A very, very bad day. I may just snap and mug a girl scout.
Followed with Comments by Jeff
OK...I couldn't let this go without a rebuttal. 8 pounds in 8 days is a slight exaggeration. More like 8 pounds in 14 days. And I had to cut more than a can of Coke a day. Come on now...it's all about HOW MUCH you eat...now WHAT you eat. It's true...I put on some of that comfort weight...too much eating out I think. Who doesn't like all that "eating out" food? Chinese, Italian, BBQ Ribs...great stuff. It's just that restaurants give you 400% of what you actually need to satisfy you. You NEED to eat everything on your plate...isn't that what they tell you when you're a kid? Clean your plate or you won't get dessert. And at a restaurant...who doesn't want dessert? SO...you MUST clean your plate. And then order dessert. Anyway...whatever...an extra pound here or there...maybe two...or four...heh...you know. We've all been there at one time or another and this time...it's my turn. Where are those damn jellybeans?! See you when we're a few pounds lighter!
For your wedding it's almost mandatory that you go on a diet. As soon as that ring goes on your finger, visions of wedding dresses and what you'll look like walking up the aisle float through your head. Panic is usually the next thought. So of course for the new year I'm on a diet. Since meeting Jeff I've put on what I like to call my "happy weight". You know, the weight you gain when you're in a happy relationship and now feel comfortable to chow down like a big ol' HAWG in front of your mate. And apparently I was *really* comfortable! 15 pounds later and I need to lose some of that weight!! So off I went to join Weight Watchers and I'm down about 10. Woo hoo.. right? Yup.. I was pretty proud of myself until Jeff joined. I swear to you the man lost about 8 pounds in 8 days. Let's back track to my own loss.. that took place over the course of 2 months. And Jeff joins and apparently the fat is melting off of him. I call that unfair. It's just not right. The man cut out a can of coke a day and he freakin' lost all this weight. Meanwhile I'm damn hungry and ready to chew my own arm off like a deranged coyote and I'm still losing at a snail's pace. Bah. That f*ckin' sucks. A lot. If I don't see some weight loss tomorrow when I weigh in it's going to be a bad day. A very, very bad day. I may just snap and mug a girl scout.
Followed with Comments by Jeff
OK...I couldn't let this go without a rebuttal. 8 pounds in 8 days is a slight exaggeration. More like 8 pounds in 14 days. And I had to cut more than a can of Coke a day. Come on now...it's all about HOW MUCH you eat...now WHAT you eat. It's true...I put on some of that comfort weight...too much eating out I think. Who doesn't like all that "eating out" food? Chinese, Italian, BBQ Ribs...great stuff. It's just that restaurants give you 400% of what you actually need to satisfy you. You NEED to eat everything on your plate...isn't that what they tell you when you're a kid? Clean your plate or you won't get dessert. And at a restaurant...who doesn't want dessert? SO...you MUST clean your plate. And then order dessert. Anyway...whatever...an extra pound here or there...maybe two...or four...heh...you know. We've all been there at one time or another and this time...it's my turn. Where are those damn jellybeans?! See you when we're a few pounds lighter!
posted by Katharine at 7:34 PM
1 Comments:
Katharine, you look marvelous.
OK, Jeff, you look OK, too.
The wedding will rock!
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