I just spent my burfday ‘weekend’ (I was convinced it was Saturday, both days!) with my sm, who’s once again signed up to the ebil Weight Watchers. I can’t believe that’s the way to go – at least for me – but she is doing so well! Couple of months in (or less?) and she’s lost more than half a stone, is enjoying the new recipes, and claims it’s “so easy”. Bah.

I did have a bit of a rambling rant one evening over why I just couldn’t follow such a restrictive scheme. Well, I suppose I could if I put my mind to it – I just don’t want to! The main meals were all fine – and not so very different from most of what I’d eat anyway – but I watched her measure out two teaspoons of this, or one tablespoon of that, for meagre lunches bulked out with fruit. All very healthy but (a) it looked totally unsatisfying, and (b) not entirely practical at work! Anyway, is there REALLY anything so evil about a turkey sarnie!? Sheesh.

It’s tough, ‘cos I am struggling and increasingly unhappy with the bulge – and my lack of ability to dent it. It’s sooo tempting to hand all control over to an external system, and just do what I’m told. But… I can’t believe it’s ‘right’. Short-term, sure, but then what? Her theory is that once she’s reached her goal weight she can slacken up, and just keep an eye on when she’d need to be more strict again. Which seems daft.

No, it might not be working for me just yet, but I continue to believe this is about changing habits for life, not just forcing the weight down as quick as possible by very restrictive means.

Still. The birthday cake and chocs (not that there was THAT much!) have gone, and do not need a sweet replacement. The cold is passing; exercising can begin again. Let’s see if I can reverse the trend: so far, the more I’ve focused on weight loss, the quicker the weight’s gone on!