What a weird day this has been so far. You all know I had a 6.2-pound loss after my first week on WW yesterday, right? Well, I walked into church this morning, and two different people asked me if I had lost weight. So cool... who would have thought someone would notice already? I think it was because I was carrying myself differently because I was so happy and proud.
But then moments afterwards, when I was talking about WW and how I'm doing, one of my friends that I get together with on Sundays for all-day cooking and eating marathons (we're a bunch of gourmet cooks) said the me, "Oh, we have half a cow to barbecue today, you have to stop." I'm assuming she meant ditch my diet for the day and go crazy like I normally would. I was bummed. I know she wouldn't purposely try to sabotage me, but I thought that showed a definite lack of understanding of my determination.
I just told her that I already had counted my points for the day and that I could have a nice helping of steak, along with tons of the veggies I was bringing to the dinner. She seemed oddly disappointed. History of all this is that a few of us have been trying to lose weight on and off for years. We start out on a Monday morning, doing great, emailing encouragment to each other throughout the week. But then, on Sunday, the eating/gathering day, we would just forget about it and eat ourselves silly. Of course, then it would take days to get back into gear again and then it was Sunday again! A dangerous cycle. I'm trying to be the first to break it, and if that makes people uncomfortable, then so be it I guess.



And to our British posters, um, well, Happy Monday?!