If I weighed what I should, which really isn't that far off from what I weigh now, and the weight never fluctuated no matter how much I ate or how little I worked out, I would be tremendously happy. Instead I weigh what I do and I'm not tremendously happy. I'm really tired of negating all the hard work I do by one or two nights out. Or at least that is what the culprit appears to be. I don't work out every day but I work out an average of five days a week. I don't eat food out of a box and I don't eat out a lot. So what is my problem?
Yeah yeah yeah. I've been a Weight Watchers subscriber for over five years (I know exactly how long I've been giving them my money I'm just too embarrassed to give you the real number) and haven't been able to get to my goal weight. I was only a few pounds away but I just never got there. I know very few people who've kept the same weight for years and years. People grow and shrink. It's only natural. And I should be grateful that I've kept thirty pounds off from when I started my journey. And I guess I am. What it is, is my resentment at how difficult it is for me. My sister is eternally svelte- yes, she's one of the few people. My brother can't keep weight on to look even normal- he's the other of the people. I, however, can gain six pounds in one week without really trying. I know that for a fact. I've measured it. I got the short end of the stick I guess.