I am starting to feel normal again, and it's possible that the next few months might be somewhat routine.
And you know what this means.
It means that, following seven weeks of my life feeling flipped upside down, I finally started to feel like myself again, which also means I made the terrible mistake of LOOKING IN THE MIRROR. And no, I don't mean this metaphorically, in a touchy-feely, we-should-all-take-time-to-look-at-ourselves-in-"The Mirror" way. I mean, I actually bothered to really LOOK in the mirror. And know what I saw?
I have gained weight, folks.
Now, I don't know how much I've gained recently versus how much weight may have crept onto my body slowly over the last several months, but no matter: it is there, and it is NOT PRETTY.
I was doing SO WELL, too. I maybe wasn't having the weight just fly off of me or anything, but I was holding steady and/or losing a little pretty consistently.
I mean, "No Joy in '06" (remember that plan?) was coming along quite well. I have organized my apartment and cleaned it from top to bottom and have kept it that way week after week. I rearranged my furniture, actually bought a bed (no more mattress and boxspring on the floor), and painted my hallway. I identified all of my spending "issues" and am paying off credit cards. And I was doing well at going to the gym and eating better. I have even started COOKING regularly. WITH ACTUAL GROCERIES and everything! (For those of you who may be new-ish 'round these parts, I once devoted an entire entry to the contents of my fridge, which were more than a little scary...)
But then somehow the gym stopped happening as regularly and all of a sudden WHAM! I'm 10 pounds heavier.
This is not good news.
I KNOW I can lose weight. I WAS losing weight. And also I've DONE IT BEFORE!
But whatever. It wasn't happening, and so now it must. And it's come down to this:
My workplace has begun a Weight Watchers program, and I am joining. Joined. Today.
And there it is.