I'm frumpy. Plain and simple. The Amy that once cared about her hair, her nails, and being tan is a distant memory. I miss feeling good about me, about how I look. I miss feeling somewhat healthy. I'm tired of looking in the mirror and fearing that at some point that image that I see is no longer going to fit in the mirror lol. So, my Weight Watchers journey begins again. Why can't I be one of those people who can eat anything and not see it stuck to the side of their hips the next day? I have been up and down the scales my whole life and being 36 years old, that's a long time. It should be as easy as eat less, move more but it's not. Since cutting off a limb to lose a quick 20 pounds isn't an option, I guess I need to start counting my points and also getting some exercise, at least a few times a week. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if I'm addicted to food. I don't sit and eat a whole package of cookies or a box of donuts at one sitting, but like an alcoholic likes a drink to unwind, I like to have a sweet snack after the kids are in bed. That snack is usually Ben & Jerry's and at 28 points a pint, it is probably one of the worst things I can eat. I have great intentions, really I do. I tell myself all day that I won't snack at night but I give into my cravings every time. It feels like I don't have an ounce of self control or willpower but I know that's not true. I kicked the habit before so I know I can do it again. Hopefully.
A quote my sister sent me......
"Losing weight is hard. Being overweight is hard. Choose your hard."
