I think I've touched on this before. My wife and I (first anniversary is today!) are planning on having a kid. I worry about lots of things related to this kid, who is really just an idea of a kid right now. I worry about my weight and the kid's weight. Kids are mean to fat kids. Kids are mean to each other about their parents, too.
Once, when I was in 7th grade and was waiting for the school bell to ring so I could go to class, a couple of older guys had a newspaper and were holding up the grocery ads to me. "Look! Meat! Mmmm!" That kind of thing. How do I protect the kid from people like that? All I can think to do is help the kid not be a fat kid. That starts with me.
So here's the good news. I was down 1.4 today. I'm just shy of 10% since April. I really haven't done anything differently--except try to give myself a break. The meeting today was about having a buddy, about being accountable. Someone said she can't do that--the guilt is too great if she has to worry about someone other than herself. I feel that way, too. I'm a critical enough voice in my life that I don't need to have someone else on my ass, even in the name of support.
Our meeting leader wasn't here today (which is weird, and I assume something bad is going on with her, which is too bad if true). The sub (who is not yet a leader) went around the room asking about everyone's history with weight loss, Weight Watchers, etc. The interesting thing was how many people had been, lost weight, quit, and then come back. Almost everyone in the room, in fact (myself included). Two people talked about losing the weight and thinking, "I'm cured. I can eat whatever I want not."
Boy, do I identify with that. But now, I've learned. I'm just like any addict. My thing is food. The downside is, I can't just quit. Such is life. So I'm going to pay attention to what I eat for life. "For life" is daunting. In fact, I'm not sure I could actually commit to that. But I can commit to it for today. Tomorrow, I'll do it again. I've been doing it since April. It's habit.
Here's the funny thing. Mostly I eat what I want. I find that I feel better eating good food--too much fat/oil/crap makes me feel gross. Today we're going to have wedding cake, but I know that if I eat too much of it, I will feel weird. So I'll be careful. In fact, today will be a tough eating day, so I'm going to the gym for sure. This is all good.