Control...Now I've got a lot

I told you about weighing in for the first time in ages a couple of weeks ago, right?

Did I tell you that I've been tracking my points like a champ?

Because I totally have been. And it's working.

Today I weighed in for the first time since then (I was at a conference last week and couldn't go to the meeting). And I lost got rid of...

8.6 pounds.

Yay!

The little negative Nelly in me, of course, is reminding me that I had heavier clothes on when I weighed in before. It's reminding me that the nearly 80 pounds I've lost is nothing compared to the 130 I had lost. Nothing compared to the weight I gained back.

But you know what? Screw that little voice. Today I'm going to give myself a pat on the back and acknowledge that this isn't a fluke. I'm going to remind myself of the sacrifices I've made these last two weeks to stay on track. I'm going to applaud myself for being in control.

And I'm going to celebrate.

With a cupcake.

Just kidding.

Strongly vulnerable or vulnerably strong?

Sometimes it's best to know when you're powerless.

I'm often powerless over food. But there are definitely days when I'm more in control than others.

Today is not one of those days. Or maybe it really is one of those days.

Those of you in Atlanta may be familiar with the Sweet Auburn Curb Market. If you aren't, you're missing out. It's full of tons of yummies, including a produce market and lots of incredible restaurants. My favorite is Miss D's amazing Triple Popcorn, which combines caramel, butter and cheese popcorn to create a perfectly balanced combination of salty and sweet. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.

But I digress.

So, today, all the restaurants in the Curb Market are donating part of their proceeds to Children's Healthcare of Atlanta at Hughes Spalding. A whole group from my office is going. I've had it on my calendar for weeks.

I just totally canceled.

Today I'm not feeling strong enough to avoid the deliciousness of the Market. Today I think eating a salad while my friends eat burritos, barbeque and my beloved popcorn would feel like a sacrifice. Today I know I need to stay at work and eat the lunch I brought.

There are just some days you know better. And today is one of those days. Does that make me strong? Or extra vulnerable? Maybe it makes me strong to know I'm vulnerable.

For those of you feeling strong, needing a Friday treat or just wanting to have a delicious meal while helping kids at the same time, head to the Sweet Auburn Curb Market from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. today.

And have some popcorn for me, would ya? I'll be over here enjoying accepting my 9-point Lean Cuisine pizza.

Have a great weekend, friends. Next week--the triumphant return of My Favorite Things.

Thanks for sticking with me!

Opposite of love

There's a pretty well-known quote I've read a few dozen times. I've seen it written a few ways, but the one that always stands out to me is this: "The opposite of love isn't hate. It's apathy."

Apathy. Apathetic. A-pathetic.

Last week in our Weight Watchers meeting, our leader, Dee, asked us to sum up our weeks in one word. I said I could sum up my week, my last few months, heck, maybe even the last year or so with one word.

Apathy.

And apathy is a scary word.

Apathy means not caring. Apathy means having a lack of concern. A lack of enthusiasm. A lack of feeling. Apathy is how I lived my life for a long time.

If I really, truly examined the word, I'd find that none of those things apply to me--and probably never have. Not deep down, anyway. But apathy makes for an easier mask than what I really feel: fear, disappointment, regret.

So apathy it is.

But the truth is, I really do care. I care that my clothes don't fit. I care that I'm not in as good of shape as I was. I care that I'm kind of miserable. I care that I never go back to the way I used to be.

However, caring doesn't get you anything. Unless you try.

One of the things I love about my Weight Watchers meetings is that some of them are about the recipes and tips and tricks we want to share. And some of them--my favorites--are like mini therapy sessions. That's how last week's meeting was. It seemed many of us were having a hard time. It's always hard to admit that I--once on my way to total Weight Watchers success--have been a lot less than successful.

But I don't want to be apathetic. I don't want to be a pathetic anything. So I have to try.

Surrounded by my WW friends, I stood on that scale for the first time in months while they applauded me (literally). It was hard to see that number (even though I knew what it would be). I'm sad about how far I've let myself go.

But I'm not apathetic. So I've tracked my points like a perfect pupil since Tuesday--and I'm feeling better. More in control. I have a lot of things that I need to get ready for this year--the biggest of which is my 40th (gulp) birthday.

And ain't nobody got time for an apathetic 40-year-old.

So I apologize. I may just be basically rewriting this blog as a beginner and going through the same things I did when I first started four (!!) years ago. Wash, rinse, repeat.

I mean, practice makes perfect, no?