I took a week or two off from the scale in late December, figuring that the erratic eating would make it jumpy, so have restarted weighing myself. At that point I was at 175. Monday I weighed myself, 178. A brief WTF moment, but I just ignored it, having enough hassle quitting the cigarettes, plus fighting off the flu. Yesterday it was at 172, today was at 170. I do not know why it varies so much. I’m not sure how quitting coffee or cigarettes would affect this. One thing that may be happening, not sure whether it’s realistic, is that my muscles are atrophying, since I’ve been too sick to go to the gym since Saturday. I’ll go tonight, since I’m mostly better, so maybe tomorrow I’ll be back to 172-173, which is probably where I really am. I hate the damn scale.
On another note, while nuking my leftovers in the lunch room, I overheard a bunch of talk about points, pedometers, etc. I asked them what happens when they’re done with Weight Watchers, how they keep it off, and they say that in the time to lose the weight, you learn how to eat properly. Could be, but it still seems like so much work. This new job is going to be tough, not only in being here 8 hours a day, but all the food that’s around. The first day I walked into the kitchen, there are two plates on the table, one with fudge and one with mini-scones. I resigned myself not to eat either (don’t like scones, so that was easy). Fortunately, my tastes have changed enough that I’m not down with the major sugar rush at 8 am, so didn’t eat the fudge either. Around 2 in the afternoon, when there were just crumbs left, I ate a fudge crumb. Yuckily sweet. If I have managed to kill my sweet tooth, things should be okay from here. I can ignore the free pepsi, free granola bars, free peanut m&ms, free pretzels, free chocolate chip cookies, etc. I’m sure I’ll slip sometimes. I’m going to ignore the 2 potato chips that I ate while washing my dishes. I have to be careful here, especially since I don’t have the nicotine to charge up my metabolism.
I’m going to write a post very soon on how I stopped bingeing. I’m still thinking it over.