Friends! Countrymen! Lend me your mirrors! The strangest thing is happening to me. My jeans have these odd wrinkles in them--indeed--I suddenly find them ROOMY! Last week, I pulled out a pair of x-large jeans that did not fit at the beginning of December, and now they do fit--quite comfortably, I might add. I have to admit, I am more than a little ecstatic.
I have tried so, so many approaches to losing weight; and though yes, I have given up prematurely at times, I have also made many admirable attempts in which I have persevered for 3 or 4 months, and then finally thrown my hands in the air and pulled out the Moosetracks. After all, why not? I wasn't getting anywhere exercising like a fiend and NOT eating Moosetracks, so bring it on.
Weight Watchers is just so different. I mean, outside of the fact that, IT'S WORKING--it's also so simply livable. I can still enjoy food, but I'm learning so much about true flavor and the joy--yes the JOY--of moderation. Of course, splurges are still inevitable, but with flex points built into every week, you can know that you can still enjoy that special treat with a little control.
The point. You can be in control if you choose to be. Think about it. We say that we want to be able to eat whatever we want, whenever we want, and this is how we define being in control of our diet and our lifestyle. However, in reality when your nutrition and health choices are dictated by mood, whim, excess, and availability; you are not in control, they are.
So I fully intend to stay in control, because I like what's happening. The Moosetracks is just going to have to melt . . . just like me.