Back on the band wagon...

Okay, so after all of my rantings I have put the fork DOWN and am refocusing on my Weight Watchers again in hopes of dropping another 20 pounds by Thanksgiving.  Can I just say that being fat SUCKS!

The thing that I don't like about this phase right now is that I find myself obsessing about food.  A lot.  Every thing that I want to eat I have to sit and analyze first and decide "is it worth it?"  Tomorrow night I will be hosting the ladies from my small group here for bible study.  I have to make the snacks.  Now, I CAN make healthy, nutritious snacks, but where's the fun in that?  No, seriously I am making some low-fat brownie bites and some gluten-free chips with salsa and queso dip.  The queso is not-so-much on the Weight Watchers plan but it is OH-SO good!

I am exercising again.  Friday I went to the Y and did 20 minutes on the treadmill, 25 minutes on the bike and 10 minutes on the elliptical torture machine plus I did some of the random weight machines and worked my arms.  My whole body hurt.  Saturday I walked 2 miles, Sunday I walked 5 miles, Monday I walked 3 miles and Tuesday (today) I walked 2 miles plus did some weights.  I have to keep up this momentum because I don't like how I feel!  It's killing me!  

Oh, and here's something to add to my aggravation...my husband!  I called him yesterday (I think I mentioned that in an earlier post) and while we were talking he asked about how I did at my weigh-in.  I told him that I did NOT want to talk about it and he haggled a bit and whatnot but eventually let it go.  Well, this morning, about TWO minutes after opening his eyes he's like "So really, you're not gonna tell me how much you gained?"  I wanted to kill him.  So we argued, I yelled and then I told him how much I had gained and was like "Happy now??"  I really felt like he had no consideration for my feelings with this.  I mean, he doesn't tell me everything and this was something that I specifically told him that I did not want to talk about but because he wanted to know, he wasn't going to let it up until HE felt better.  Not a good way to start the day.  That argument dragged on for HOURS.  And why did it drag on for hours?  BECAUSE HE HAD NO WORK AND WAS HOME ALL FREAKIN DAY!!!

I think if I ate an entire box of Hostess cupcakes, that I should be excused for that for having to deal with this!