If you do what you've always done... (week 0)

I headed over to ww yesterday evening to weigh in. The weigh in wasn't pretty, as expected and the meeting itself was only a little painful.

For some inexplicable reason, the centers always seem to be right next to fast food restaurants (Dairy Queen, Red Robin, you get the picture). As I walked up to this particular location stomach rumbling (it was dinner time), the smell of fries and burgers taunted me. I've always gone to meetings hungry--as if that's going to make a huge impact on the tale from the scale. Fat is fat, stomach empty or full.

The interior resembed what you might find in a church basement--folding chairs laid out in a poorly lit room with torn posters on the wall. Not exactly inspiring.

Surprisingly there was only one (count 'em, one) person present with a case of the serious crazies (and it wasn't me). The leader was a cheerful, encouraging woman (I'll even forgive the assenine "name all the foods that are the color of fall folliage" exercise--they obviously don't think much of the typical consumer's mental capacity). When I stepped on the scale the leasder said something I can remind myself when I'm getting down about where am at: "You will never have to see that number again."

So, what is that horrific, terrible, how the $#@*! did I get here number? The ugly details to follow at next week's weigh in. Somehow I'll feel a lot better posting the details when I can post a loss next to the big, fat number (hint: it's much, much closer to 200 than 100 *gasp!*).

The plan for this week:
-write down everything I eat (duh)
-drink at least 64 ounces of water a day
-stay within my points range (24/day) and my "flex points" (35/wk)
-exercise at least 4 times this week
-come up with top ten reasons I want to lose weight (hmm...let's see: the kids, the husband, health, appearance, longevity, staving off diabetes, ability to run again, feeling freer, and most importantly, I don't want my daughter to grow up judging her worth by her appearance which is likely to happen with a mommy obsessed with her weight/food)

Until later.
-m