Weight Lost This Week: 3.8 lbs.
Weight Loss Still to Go: 4.2 lbs.
The first week of Weight Watchers is always hell, and this week definitely was, since my intense dieting landed me in the doctor’s office. Ok, not really, it was just bad timing. And the doctor basically said I’m just being a baby, but whatever, she doesn’t know what she’s saying. Here’s a rundown of how it went:
Thursday: I weighed in after a night of wine, pizza, and some kind of fruit/cookie/pie that my friend Haley made for my other friend Sandra’s birthday (hi ladies!). The results were not as frightening as I expected, but they were bad nonetheless. When I started monitoring my points on the Weight Watchers system, I was reminded that cereal is not the best breakfast, and hummus is not as great as I thought it was, especially when you eat it with lots of pita chips. I decided to go to a new abs class and couldn’t do half the moves. Supplemented with the elliptical.
Friday: Even though I was down on the hummus, I had it for lunch on Friday because they were cleaning out the fridge at work and I didn’t want it to go to waste. But I measured it out and made sure to only have one serving of the pita madness. I was only planning on doing the elliptical at the gym, but afterward my friend Katie called to see if I’d like to walk around the Chestnut Hill Reservoir. Done and done. We walked for about an hour, which made me feel like I had earned a Chipotle burrito. I ate it with no guilt for the first time EVER.
Saturday: I initially thought I was going to yoga-fy myself Saturday morning, but an hour of yoga only gets you 2 activity points, when an hour of Zumba gets you 8. Zumba it is! My only impressions of Zumba, which is basically a Latin-dance/aerobics class, is my Aunt Carole’s description of middle-aged women in a high school gym. Easy, I thought. No one would judge me. I can ease into the class and see if I like it. Well, the Zumba class at the South End Boston Sports Club is not your mama’s class, because I walked into 15 gay men who were Taking. It. Seriously. The land of judgment. I worked my ass off, literally. Window shopping on Newbury Street was also a nice little workout.
Sunday: The day of rest. And the day of beach, since it was so freakin’ hot out. After a short walk around the Reservoir, I ate two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and headed to Corona Beach. Water! Water! Water! Between the sun, sand and salt water, I got so dehydrated. They are not kidding with that 6-8 glasses of water a day rule!
Monday: Dehydrated and Zumba-ed out, I decided Monday should be a rest day, and I’m glad I did, because I ended up getting sick – I think because of the lack of water – and really couldn’t eat anything for the next two days. Stupid sick. It made me lose all my motivation (Chris Beal: I’m now thinking that I was the person that went on an all fruit diet before your wedding and ended up getting sick. I don’t remember doing it, but after going balls to the wall this week and wearing myself out, it totally sounds like something I would do). Tuesday and Wednesday were pretty much a wash since my mouth was on fire and I couldn’t eat anything.
Doctor: Your mouth should feel better in two weeks.
Me: What should I eat? Do you have any suggestions?
Doctor: Whatever doesn’t hurt.
Me: Everything hurts.
Isn’t that the opposite of what a doctor should do/say? They shouldn’t be telling people to not eat for two weeks. It would be great for Weight Watchers, but not great for say, life.
So here’s to staying healthy next week. With Labor Day weekend on the way, it’s going to be tough to stick to my diet, but I’m gonna do my best. Work it out, ladies!