It’s official. Today is the day we officially weigh in at Weight Watchers. We’ve been at this a week, but since we are on a computerized version of the program and we have been signed in for a long time, Monday is weigh in day. No variation. There we are.
I admit that I snuck to the scales the first day we started this program and found I was 227. It was an appalling weight that’s I know is making my hip hurt worse, and in all actuality is making everything worse.
This morning, I was digging around to see if I had one or two skinny pictures of me in JPG form. There’s my leggy, in work uniform, one….all blurry, lots of photos showing I had no chin….for years. Ah well. Lots more images of me getting fat, getting thinner, and getting fat again. Only a few middle ground ones are encouraging as a beginning goal weight.
If you really didn’t wanted to know all these gory details, I apologize.
Here I bravely peer over the rail of the SS President Wilson with mother lagging behind. I’m bone thin after years of sickness then gallbladder surgery. Mother has dieted off over a hundred pounds after her father, mother in law, and husband’s deaths, and is off to see the world. I was a little thinner at my bottom weight of 128. Nothing like lots of drugs and no self image to take the weight off. That’s not the way to diet.
Most of the rest of my life after meeting G has been spent repelling chocolate and deserts while maintaining me at around 200. Often that ChocolateBug leads me to the 230 level. Middle aged passions are never attractive if shown off with this kind of enthusiasm.
We gave Duck a box of his favorite candy for Christmas.
He asked, “Did you want to make me sick?” And promptly at that whole box of See’s candy in one day. I too could be that kind of candy eater if given half a chance. Somewhere in there I’m finally realizing that I need to change my thinking not only about chocolate but about a lot of other food misconceptions I’ve been fed over the years.
The gold standard no longer is…”Clean your plate for the starving children in China, dear,” it’s being able to stand unashamably to the side of G not tucked in back hiding.
Duck: G arrived just as the game had started and we were down 6 to 0. He found Duck ready for his nap but remembering that he had gone to church services in the morning.
Me: A three Aleve day at football and woke at two am worried that the doc’s couldn’t do a thing about my leg….and worried, and worried.
G: That very kind man did the laundry, visited Duck, and did all sorts of house stuff before settling in to watch the game and two movies at the same time.
Weather: 59 for the high. 48 for the low. Rain showers stopping, and slowly the sun comes out again.
WW: Since we started WW one day after my official weigh-in date, we really begin today. The program will be based on the one of us who is fattest as of today. His goal is 200 pounds and he now is 223.
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