Oh well. I'm managing and happy to help. She does so much for me.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Millie finished her book
I'm so happy and proud of my Millie. She finished her book and has a number of gigs to give talks and workshops. We've shifted into high gear around here as she needs all kinds of marketing materials. I haven't worked for a few years but find myself in front of the computer for hours turning out flyers, email blasts, posters, etc. I've forgotten how to use some of the software and it takes me a long time and doesn't come easily.
Oh well. I'm managing and happy to help. She does so much for me.
Oh well. I'm managing and happy to help. She does so much for me.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
I'm a Loser
Weigh-in at WW confirmed that I'm down 5.2 Fleichmanns. That's my sister's word for pound. As in the magarine. I like the image. To imagine 5.2, 1lb. boxes stacked up on the kitchen table being equal to the lbs. I lost, works for me.
Of course, I took myself out to lunch afterward to celebrate. It's OK to do that on weigh-in day. You have the rest of the week to make it up.
Last meeting, I bought a box of WW candy bars and ate all but 2. I took them out of my nightable and gave them to Millie. She said, "I get TWO?" She was impressed.
I liked the meeting. The leader was very skilled. She got us all involved in this week's poignant group discussion. I left the meeting feeling a bit lighter. I took the stairs instead of the elevator.
Of course, I took myself out to lunch afterward to celebrate. It's OK to do that on weigh-in day. You have the rest of the week to make it up.
Last meeting, I bought a box of WW candy bars and ate all but 2. I took them out of my nightable and gave them to Millie. She said, "I get TWO?" She was impressed.
I liked the meeting. The leader was very skilled. She got us all involved in this week's poignant group discussion. I left the meeting feeling a bit lighter. I took the stairs instead of the elevator.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Tort or Retort?
"Would you like to see the dessert menu?", the perky waitress asked? "Sure, and could you bring a take-home container for the rest of my salad?"
I perused the list of evil offerings. Almost any item would use up my entire week's bonus food points. Maybe I should just get a candy bar when I stop for gas.
I casually scoped out the other diners. Next to me two thin women were sipping their water with lemon slices. They'd finished their meal and there was no hint of a double brownie hot fudge sundae or baker's choice cheesecake.
The shame set in. I felt too embarrassed to order anything. "Would you like to order something?" The waitress's voice cut through the chatter in my head.
"Yes", I said, "but I'm not going to." The waitress smiled at my clever retort.
I perused the list of evil offerings. Almost any item would use up my entire week's bonus food points. Maybe I should just get a candy bar when I stop for gas.
I casually scoped out the other diners. Next to me two thin women were sipping their water with lemon slices. They'd finished their meal and there was no hint of a double brownie hot fudge sundae or baker's choice cheesecake.
The shame set in. I felt too embarrassed to order anything. "Would you like to order something?" The waitress's voice cut through the chatter in my head.
"Yes", I said, "but I'm not going to." The waitress smiled at my clever retort.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Weight Watching
We were early followers of Jean Naiditch, the founder of Weight Watchers.
The very first meetings were held each week at the synagogue in my neighborhood. My mother made me come with her. I was the only daughter there. Aunt Esther came, too. The other mothers complimented me for taking action while I was still young enough to lose the weight in time to find a husband. A small part of me thought it was cool to be there; but mostly I felt fat and embarrassed. I was 11.
One of the tips I learned was to say, "No thank you, I can't have that. I have fat-on-my-thigh". I remember my mother thought that was clever. Mimicking the meeting leader, she pronounced the word very fast and slurred it so you would think it's a kind of medical condition.
I haven't had the opportunity to use that tip, yet. But it's good to be prepared.
I joined WW for the umpteenth time a couple of weeks ago. I took off my hoodie when I weighed in after the first week so as to optimize the loss. I haven’t done too much to follow the program. I haven’t finished reading all the literature. I did lose 1.6 lbs. That’s not much. A guy on “The Big Loser” lost 22 lbs in his first week.
I couldn't find a picture of me at 11 years old.
The very first meetings were held each week at the synagogue in my neighborhood. My mother made me come with her. I was the only daughter there. Aunt Esther came, too. The other mothers complimented me for taking action while I was still young enough to lose the weight in time to find a husband. A small part of me thought it was cool to be there; but mostly I felt fat and embarrassed. I was 11.
One of the tips I learned was to say, "No thank you, I can't have that. I have fat-on-my-thigh". I remember my mother thought that was clever. Mimicking the meeting leader, she pronounced the word very fast and slurred it so you would think it's a kind of medical condition.
I haven't had the opportunity to use that tip, yet. But it's good to be prepared.
I joined WW for the umpteenth time a couple of weeks ago. I took off my hoodie when I weighed in after the first week so as to optimize the loss. I haven’t done too much to follow the program. I haven’t finished reading all the literature. I did lose 1.6 lbs. That’s not much. A guy on “The Big Loser” lost 22 lbs in his first week.
I couldn't find a picture of me at 11 years old.
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