So...Um...Well...Gosh...Really?

After two weeks of completely perfect Weight Watchers-ing, I had lost a grand total of TWO POUNDS.

Yesterday, I researched other diets and finally admitted that I NEVER LOSE WEIGHT on Weight Watchers. It's too much food for my ancient, abused, creaking metabolism. I love the IDEA of Weight Watchers--I love the balanced, no weird gimmicks eating plan and the fact that it's flexible enough to allow some diversions like eating out. But after trying it at least ten times in the last ten years, I have to face up to the fact that I just don't lose weight on it. Since my goal is to actually, you know, take some weight off, maybe Weight Watchers isn't the best diet for me. (I know, I know--LIFESTYLE FREAKING CHANGE.)

Yeah, not the quickest to arrive at that conclusion. At least this time I didn't give the company any money. Score one for Barb.

So, yesterday while I was admitting Weight Watchers defeat and trying to figure out my new plan, I just kind of ate whatever I wanted. Within dieting reason --except for the several handfuls of tortilla chips I ate with my tortilla soup. I even ate some fruit sweetened cranberries for a snack instead of my usual mini-carrots.

And this morning?

I am down another two pounds.

Which...

I...

This proves... nothing. It proves that nothing in my life, much less my diet, follows any kind of prescribed path or conventional wisdom. I guess it's a good insight, really. That in the end, I have to find my OWN way and not just mindlessly follow other people along theirs.

(And if I have to 'fess up, I guess I have to admit to hoping I could do this mindlessly.)

I wonder how much weight I'd lose if I ate a cheeseburger?

(Not that I'm going to or anything.)