Today I received my 16 Week “Clapping Hands” award for attending 16 weeks of Weight Watchers meetings. This falls under the “eighty percent of success is showing up” category, and I’m not as proud of it as I am the simple star sticker I also received today for losing another five pounds. (Our leader didn’t give out my five-pound star in front of everyone in the meeting, though, since it would clue everyone in about at what pace I’m losing weight. Not that I really care if everyone knows I’m losing about one pound a week.)
I have just over five pounds to lose per the official Weight Watchers scales until I hit my 10% goal — it’s been statistically proven that losing 10% of your body weight can have a major positive impact on your health, and that goal is built right into the WW program.
Slow and steady wins the race and all that… If I ever need a pick-me-up, though, I look back over the past five-plus years and see how far I’ve come:
Thanks to the wonders of blogging (and journaling in general), I can map most of these trends in gains and losses to a particular time in my life: pre-wedding, Atkins, complacency, dieting, unemployment, Weight Watchers. It’s a valuable tool, and I’m glad I’ve been anal-retentive about weighing and charting over the years.
Since I’m a shutterbug, too, I can map photos to all these weights: obese Diana in 2002, post-Atkins Diana in 2004 (still wearing pre-Atkins clothes), almost-obese Diana in 2006, and less-overweight Diana now, in 2008.
Yo-yo dieting? Not exactly. Actually, not at all. I lost 50 pounds — and I still maintain that low-carb diets are a valid way to lose a shit-ton of weight and see the results you need to keep you motivated — and I hovered within a ten-pound range over the course of three or four years. And now I’m back on the wagon and picking up where I left off.
Perspective. I haz it.