Two weeks ago, the scale at the meeting was way off from my home scale. I had stuck to my points and exercised everyday for two weeks before that weigh-in. The meeting scale actually said that I'd gained two pounds. I ran home and weighed myself again and it was the same as
before the meeting (2 pounds down). For quite a while my husband and I both have felt that one of the scales at my meeting site was off, but being long time members we found it difficult to blame the scale without proof. To me, this was the final proof. I didn't weigh for a week, and today, two weeks later, I weighed in on a different scale. Yup, it matched my home scale exactly. 97 pounds lost and weighed-in at 214. (I always round the number to the closet whole number.) Yet still I was irritated that I wasn't seeing more progress for adding intense exercise back into my daily routine.
For over six months I've been losing and gaining the same five pounds that left me fluctuating in the 220s. In anticipation of a trip to Europe that will include lots of steps and tight quarters, I decided to really be honest with myself and try to figure out what I was doing wrong. Bottom line? Too many 2 point carbs. Weight watcher treats, ice cream, processed food, desserts. Never going over my total allotted points, but my metabolism was

hijacked by the carbs. In four weeks I've dropped 8 pounds, more than I've lost in six months (consistently) b
ecause I finally admitted to myself that I'd strayed from my original WW plan and was 2 pointing myself to death. For two weeks, I’ve eaten a low carb and sensible WW diet within my points. Note that WW sweets are bad, but must be moderated. I am also back on the exercise band wagon.
I feel strong again and back in control. Hopefully next week will be the BIG 100 pounds lost mark. I can't wait for the washer, for the thrill, and to know that my journey is past the half way mark and I'm lower in weight than I've been in ten years. There's just something about hitting 100 pounds down that can't be underestimated. It's a number everyone understands. It's weird how 90 pounds, just isn't the same. I'll still have 70 pounds to lose to get to my goal, but that feels so much more doable than it used to. It used to seem so silly to be this really obese person and say that my goal is to lose 180 pounds. People just kind of nodded their heads. However, now I can say that I've come so far and I can go the rest of the way.
It will be tough and get tougher. I'm not an idiot. All around me at meetings, people have such a tough time going from 150 to 120 pounds. I realize that the lower the weight, the more difficult

the challenge. Heck, that's why I was stuck in the 220s so long, it was much easier to lose weight
closer to 300 pounds. When you weigh 310, you can walk to the refrigerator and earn points. Now walking on the treadmill for 20 minutes only gets me a point. Erck. So I walk longer and pick up the speed. I use the Nike trainer on my

iphone. Last night I carried two five pound weights on my walk. If I have to do all this now to lose weight, it will be a hella challenge at 150 pounds, but I can't wait to do it.