So, I am back on the coffee band wagon.
I blame my husband.
He keeps walking by me with a Starbucks and I just can no longer resist.
That sweet aroma drove me to the breaking point. From the coffee, not hubby!
The good news is, I can only handle one cup vs. the 4-5 that I was used to.
So tea is still my friend.
One other note, I joined Weight Watchers, again. I think this will be my 5th time over the course of 20 years.
This time I am doing it online and it's awesome.
They have a new program which allows you to eat way more than before and still lose weight.
One week in and I am down 4lbs. and really not minding the program at all.
My battle with the bulge has always been just that....a battle.
I always have that extra 10lbs just hanging around causing me grief.
Anyway, a couple of summers ago my mom introduced me to a great diet program, which we followed and I lost 34lbs. My mom did great too!
I felt so amazing. I could have conquered the world.
It still amazes me how I have always allowed my weight to restrict me. It's prevented me from living my life.
Don't get me wrong, it wasn't because of physical restrictions, but rather, mental restrictions.
I had no confidence.
Losing the weight gave me a sense of freedom and the ability to do anything I wanted to do.
Silly really that we, as woman or society in general, place these types of restrictions upon ourselves, based on how we look.
Obviously, back then I had more that just the 10lbs to lose.
I was still carrying baby weight.
Well that's what I told everyone anyway, even though my baby was 4.
Long story short I kept most of the weight off for almost 2 years. Slowly, it crept back on....ever so slowly my jeans got tighter and my muffin tops got bigger.
I blame this on being home and not working, baking, cooking, Christmas and lots of chocolate.
After complaining so much that my clothes were too tight, I had to go shopping.
At the mall, I wondered around and hated every minute.
It was so frustrating.
I went in there with a size 6-8 mentality, only to find my a size 10-12 reality.
What the $#@%????
Not a happy experience for me, but it was the kick in the big butt that I needed.
So my friends, this brings me to today.
Weight Watchers is my new reality, but it's not so bad.
It's actually, quite painless!
4 down, 10 to go!!!
Size 8 here I come!!!