Personal Journal

Weight Watchers again

It is never too late to be what you might have been. -- George Eliot
Courage to start and willingness to keep everlasting at it are the requisites for success. -- Alonzo Newton Benn

I'm still crying about weight watchers. I ate perhaps a little more poorly today, and I hope I'm not going to have some subconscious sabatoge going on.

I cried at work recording my points at lunch. I cried in the shower.

I don't get it.

It's going to be hard the next few meetings. I keep thinking about writing something to the group leader, just to let her know how coming to meetings is surprisingly painful.

Maybe I should not. What can she really do to help me anyway?

I'll talk to Sandra about this crying associated with Weight Watchers.

Normally my bike ride today would be big news. I rode the Garden of the Gods again today - my old performance standard ride for measuring myself. Tonight it doesn't seem all that significant.

I did better than I feared I would (by a good amount) and I did worse than I hoped I would (by a good amount). I'm certainly not as bad as the first time I rode out there, some 5 years ago. I'm ready to do 2-a-week rides - one long, one at the Garden.

The whole time I lived with Jean, I never rode there. I rode there before, I rode there after. That saddens me. I don't understand why.