Echoes.

Second weigh-in at Weight Watchers last night.
Man, I feel like such an old lady going to these meetings.
This marked the end of my second week and I’m ten pounds down!
Woooohoooo!

I’m very excited, because this is the first real non-fluctuation weight loss I’ve had in a while.
I mean, sure, I’m a woman. 
Technically I fluctuate between 3-6 pounds in a given day.  Yes, men.  That much.
But by weighing in at the same time, I get a very good idea of how I’m doing versus the neurotic weighing in every time I pass any scale.
This is much more healthy for me.

So I’m excited. 
It’s odd to go to group meetings about food.
Because – and this is weird, so brace yourself – I HATE watching other people eat.
Sure, if we’re out at a restaurant and doing the basic dinner duty I am fine – most of the time when I’m looking at the other person we’re chatting and otherwise checking out our own plates.
But if I’m just sitting there and catching a glance at someone else wolfing down something?  Gag. 
Delicate eaters that take normal bites, I can stand.
But big mouthed eaters?   That squish tons of food into their mouths at once?

Ick.
I know.
I don’t like fart jokes either, so back off.

So this is an entirely new experience to me.

I’m confused as to how this will work long term…
I love to cook which means that to me, chicken and dressing does NOT equal Stouffers and that I somehow have to calculate how to figure points on my beloved homemade sausage and chicken gumbo.

Gumbo.  Geez, that sounds good.

I’m not hungry, I’m getting enough food, drinking enough water and this week starts the ‘add mega exercise week’ to see how that slows down the weight loss.  I hope not by much, but then again, I’m so ready to get rid of my turkey arms.

Maybe by Amanda’s wedding?
No turkey arms?  Or… only baby turkeys?

That could be a good goal.