Not Quite There

I've been in Weight Watchers now for a month. Consistently I have managed to shed a mere pound each week, but it is hard won. I know the waistline has crept up since chemo - that wonder weight-loss program - which has ended for the most part. So now I must behave and pay attention to eating healthy.

What a problem it is to follow this program. The majority of their success comes from encouraging people to eat lots of raw fruits and vegetables, which I cannot do. I spoke with our rep right away to see if there was anything out there that would help me come up with fiber substitutes that would help me when I get the munchies but not add poundage.

I asked a second time, but so far, no one seems to know - or care - about my particular battles. After all, if you can't eat fruit and veggies, you are not eating healthy, right? I mean, even the nutritionist at the cancer clinic gave up on me. Basically I can tolerate processed junk food fairly well. But anything with a touch of fiber causes me to spend hours in a bathroom regretting the ingestion. Sigh.

I listen to the awards that are announced each week, and am happy for the people shedding 5 lbs, 10% of body weight, etc. They can eat all the carrots and apples and celery they want. I would love to be able to eat those things. I drool at the idea of crunching into a fresh stalk of celery. Man, that would be great. But I know better. No, my poundage comes off by simply not eating as much. Half portions. Smaller dishes. Skip a meal. I am pretty sure I will fold if someone doesn't tell me how to not feel hungry by day's end.

I am not quite 5 pounds down. You would think all this starvation would melt off the weight faster. But I guess I put it on slowly, and it will have to come off the same way. Phooey. I would way rather just eat what I want and not noodle around with points and pieces. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Or lost. Besides, I go with my friend, and I don't want her to think I am a big baby! I'll just have to suck it up - or in this case, NOT suck it up!

So regale me not with tales of feasting and decadence. Let me shrivel in peace. Give me a good 9 months before tempting me with delicacies. At least. Then we shall see.