Stop, start, stop, start... I am a blogging failure with this blog.
I have not been a failure with the weight loss. I recommitted to getting my fat ass trimmed down about 13 weeks ago, and it's now 30 pounds lighter.
50-55 more to go.
The Spouse Thingy and I started this together; we sucked it up and joined Jenny Craig, because having to report to someone, explain if we weren't making progress, seemed like a good idea. Accountability tends to work.
And it did. Right up until they kicked my ass out of there. He gets to stay; I'm on my own.
To be fair, they didn't kick me out for noncompliance or for being a bitch; they refunded my contract because I am too sensitive to the soy in their foods, and the JC nutritionist was afraid it would turn into a full blown allergy. So props to them for putting my health above profits, but it kind of sucks because I liked their food.
I still go with the Spouse Thingy when he weighs in, and if I have problems our (well, his) consultant will still help me.
But still...13, almost 14, weeks in, and I've dropped thirty pounds. I am not unhappy with that, not at all. It sucks to realize there's still over 50 more to go, but that sounds a lot better than the 85 I was looking at in July.
I have a little more faith this time around that the weight loss will stick. I'm more determined this time, I'm not hungry all the time, and I'm finding some things are a lot more fun with less fat to get in the way.
You can use your imagination for that :)