Tuesday nights in the Koehler household include me going off to my Weight Watchers meeting at 5:30. Usually the kids stay with my kisa, but alas, he had duty tonight. The meetings in which I have the kids with me are always interesting. I think I'm the only one concerned by them, but I'm a bit....anal, I suppose, in trying to insure they aren't disturbing anyone. I fill by bag with a few books and some cars (unless I forget the latter like tonight when that's all my little prince wanted) and pray they allow me to get something out of my meeting.
I've been a member of WW several times in the past few years, but never before have I learned so much and felt like a contributing member of the group. There is an amazing group of women - and now one man, who attends with his wife (a lovely man he is too - this couple spends their Christmas season portraying Father and Mrs. Christmas around the island, which is disturbing to my husband who is worried about Santa being on WW as he is supposed to be fluffy). Anyway....I think it's really taking a toll on me.
Tonight I went to weigh in and during Christmas week I lost 2.8 lbs, bringing my total weight lost since Oct. 6 to just over 15 lbs. I also lost my first 10%, so I was extremely excited. I think I was glowing. However, the kids did well, so they asked for fries for dinner. Off to the drive thru we went and I ate less than usual, but still more than I should have.
I'm trying to determine my ultimate goal. I've been trying to figure it out, but I'm wavering between 125 and 135. I think for now I'm going to leave my ultimate goal up in the air and just go for 135, which is what I weighed when I got pregnant with the princess - after losing 15 lbs with WW.
I feel so accomplished and cannot wait to get started on those next 7 lbs to get to 135. I'm so glad that GOD changed my thought process on why I need to get healthy. I'm no longer just focusing on the numbers, but on actually being healthy and taking care of the body He has blessed me with. I could not do this without him, or the help and support of my amazing husband. He is as excited for me as I am.
Oh, and I have to admit: it certainly does feel good to need new jeans, buy them, then after only a few hours of wearing the new, lower size realizing you should have gone one more size down.