I have been an imperfect follower of The Program this past week. I succumbed to several temptations and wound up nine points over the maximum, and I haven't been as active as I'd like.
But I'm still charting my food and hoping for the best.
Mr. Miser has lost almost 10 pounds and is pretty pleased. He's better at filling out his diary than I am.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Re-set II, Week 2, Day 7
Mr. Miser has taken to the Weight Watchers program like a duck to water, except that he refuses to go to Weight Watchers. That's okay. He is channeling his Inner Accountant and keeping meticulous records. This is making it easier for me to stay with it.
I don't know how much I weighed when I started up again, but I found a FREE SCALE (whee!) at the Rite-Aid at Broad & Christian, so I can go over there every now and again and check on my progress. I've dropped enough that the sausage-in-a-casing pants I tried on Day 1 are now merely tight. I have great hopes that they'll actually fit in another week.
The free scale also told me a couple of reassuring things: first, that despite my total abandonment of anything approaching good eating habits after going to the doctor's last spring, I'm back down to the weight I had at that doctor's appointment -- which itself was 20 pounds below my personal worst. So I'm looking at losing less than 30 pounds to get me back to where I was when I abandoned ship, metaphorically speaking.
We've been eating pretty low on the hog, being sparing with our meat portions and making use of things bought in bulk or on sale -- plus lots of really inexpensive oriental vegetables from the Asian supermarket in the neighborhood. Mr. Miser is marveling at the fact that we get four or five meals for two, plus stock, out of one $5 roasting chicken.
I don't know how much I weighed when I started up again, but I found a FREE SCALE (whee!) at the Rite-Aid at Broad & Christian, so I can go over there every now and again and check on my progress. I've dropped enough that the sausage-in-a-casing pants I tried on Day 1 are now merely tight. I have great hopes that they'll actually fit in another week.
The free scale also told me a couple of reassuring things: first, that despite my total abandonment of anything approaching good eating habits after going to the doctor's last spring, I'm back down to the weight I had at that doctor's appointment -- which itself was 20 pounds below my personal worst. So I'm looking at losing less than 30 pounds to get me back to where I was when I abandoned ship, metaphorically speaking.
We've been eating pretty low on the hog, being sparing with our meat portions and making use of things bought in bulk or on sale -- plus lots of really inexpensive oriental vegetables from the Asian supermarket in the neighborhood. Mr. Miser is marveling at the fact that we get four or five meals for two, plus stock, out of one $5 roasting chicken.
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