It started with Aunt Purl's List for 2006. I'll refrain from saying it looked creepily like MY list, because Girlchild and I are already feeling kinda creepy and stalker-like when we read her blog and are sure she's related to us. So many things on her list? Yep, they're on mine.
Then the other me, Bess, decided to become a Born Again Weight Watcher.
I've had so many false starts and missteps in the past couple of years. I'm not down on myself, I've kept it together and have started to refocus my life, but damn, I never thought it would take this long. Somewhere along the way I realized that it's been almost a day for day recovery - for every day I had spent dealing with my husband's illness and death, I've needed a day of not thinking about the future and just dealing with today. Plans for a new life sounded too much like work. Whenever I tried to think about my future, back in 2003, I never pictured just stalling out for two years.
But lately I've been in a rare fit of introspection and I've analyzed what I need to change in my life. My recovery from caregiving and PTSD and job changes and higher stress and more responsibility and all the rest has led to my being way too homebound - I come home from work and I don't want to leave, I want to curl up in my quiet cocoon with the dogs. I need to change that.
My weight - for all my fits and starts and a few pounds here and a few there, I'm still packing the extra 25-35 pounds (depending on where I am in the fits and starts) I've been packing for well over two years now.
So yesterday I mentioned to the Girlchild that I was thinking of joining Weight Watchers, and she surprised me by saying she'd join with me. She's not very overweight and she still has that youthful ability to drop pounds with little effort. She lost 7 pounds in the past couple of weeks, thanks to her busy work schedule, but as soon as the holiday rush is over it'll start creeping back. We're both stuck with truck-driver eating habits and could use some outside motivation to do better. I'd tried WW online in the past and while I lost a few pounds I thought I was going to starve to death - but now their new "Core" program is a mirror of South Beach, and with the added motivation of meetings and support I think I could do it better than I could on my own.
Meanwhile, this damn cold has killed my enthusiasm for shopping this weekend. Day Quil is dealing with the worst of it, but I still feel like crap. I think the time will be much better spent cleaning out my closet. Monday is not a garbage holiday, so I intend to give the garbage men something to bitch about.