A week ago today I joined Weight Watchers. I knew I needed to do something. Pictures don't lie. The pictures taken of me over the summer looked like I has swallowed a couple of basketballs. T-shirts that I though hung loosely on me did not. As much as anything they told the sad truth. I needed to lose some weight.
I've tried to lose weight on my own. For a couple of days I do pretty well. But then I see the bag of chips in the pantry or the chocolate candy in the dish in the living room and I scrapped the diet. And before I knew it I was right back eating all the stuff I wanted (but probably didn't need) and I was maintaining my regular (translated - heavy) weight.
So, I followed the Weight Watchers program. I received my daily point total. Some folks don't like tracking what they eat and applying the points to the food. But it works for me. And after one week it's working so far - down two pounds from my original weigh-in weight.
Paul says our bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit. I have to imagine the Spirit has been feeling pretty squeezed for a long time. So we'll see how this week goes. But doesn't it feel good when you're making some progress on a goal you've set?
In the meantime my new mantra is apples and carrots and grapes, oh my!
