Fifteen and Ten

The week of Mother’s Day I got fed up with the way my clothes were fitting. Or NOT fitting, in my case. Everything was tight and uncomfortable. I was dangerously close to having to go up a size in underwear, which is NOT ALLOWED.

So I started Weight Watchers.

Twelve weeks later, I have lost 15 pounds, or 10% of my body weight, and I’ve maintained my goal weight for three weeks now (actually, my personal goal is 5 pounds under the goal I told WW, so that I can hit Lifetime Member sooner, and I’m only 3 pounds from reaching my personal goal). I got a keychain at the meeting on Tuesday, lots of cheers, and a congratulations postcard in the mail from the leaders today, telling me how healthy my recent success has been.

I have dropped two sizes, going from a 12 to an 8, and even some of my 8s are getting baggy. I have gone down a band size on my bra (sorry for the TMI, guys), which thrills me. Now I can buy bras in the stores and not have to order them special (I have a large ribcage but the cupsize was too small to stock for “average” people in the stores). That also thrills me.

I feel sexy, for the first time in years.

And I’m no longer eating portion sizes that are inappropriate for my metabolism.

Weight Watchers is not a diet, but an eating strategy. You can eat ANYthing you want as long as you plan for it. And I’m really REALLY loving the results, and want to encourage anyone out there that’s frustrated with their tight undies to consider joining — the support you get is incredible (if you find a great leader), and if you follow the program IT WORKS.

Just realized I hadn’t updated you guys on my progress, so I thought I’d fix that. 🙂