So this week Deb got her third 5 pound sticker at Weight Watchers, while I am 1.8 pounds heavier then the day I started. Yet, my pants are being held up by my hips. Tell me why? It doesn't make sense. Why does the scale continue to lie. The day I see under 300 pounds it'll be a miracle. It shall happen, I know it. Someday the moment of truth will happen and the scale will tell the truth. Although, I go by 3 scales.. they are al Liars.. I tell you... Liars.
Tonight we watched the fatties on T.V. again. I call it that because it makes me feel better. I admit it, I'm shallow. The show is great and the patients are so interesting. One woman replaced her food addiction with a purse addiction. Intriguing. I have yet to decide what addiction I'll take on after I give up the one to food. I know I must give up my food therapy, perhaps I'll get an addiction to exercise. It could happen.. it just could
So not much of an update in the world of Lap Band. We have 6 more weeks of this dreaded Weight Watchers, where we walk in get weighed, sign in, and say no we're not staying for your stupid hooray meeting where we can cheer about me gaining 1.8 pounds and decide as a group how come I'm not losing weight. You think it was the MnM cookie today? Perhaps it's my lack of eating, the starvation method doesn't appear to be working.
Peace..
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