Ok, the first 10 lbs are behind me!  WOO HOOO!!!!!

Now, given that I need to lose over 100 lbs more, well...  that's just a drop in the bucket.  However, before two weeks ago, that bucket was D-R-Y and empty.  It now has 10 lbs in it.  It's a good start and I'll take it!

Yesterday was an interesting eating day.  Henry, Selah, and I attended a beautiful wedding and I had saved my WW points in order to really enjoy the reception.  The whole ceremony and the festivities that followed were STUNNING and we had a great time.  The only problem with instances like that is I don't really know how to count points since 1.) I don't know the recipes, 2.) we were eating appetizer portions (although we often ate more than one of something if it was particularly scrumptious), and 3.) after two glasses of wine, I kinda lost track of exactly how much I was eating.  Now, I know I didn't go crazy with the food, but I also know I did indulge just a little.  So, I guess I just do the best I can with tracking the points, recognize that we don't go to Charlestowne Landing for a swanky party every day, and move on...

Speaking of the wedding, that brings up another aspect of this journey that I want to think through and address.  That aspect is...  how I dress.   I've always loved clothes and accessorizing.  My fashion sense isn't really over-the-top, but I enjoy letting my creative and dramatic juices flow when it comes to what I wear.  This is next to impossible when one is fat.  It becomes even more difficult when one's budget is considered.

My daily wardrobe has gone from tailored black pants, sassy/ trendy sweaters, and leather boots to a rotation between two pairs of tired capris, stretched out jersey knit tops, and flip-flops.   I don't think I've ever really looked "dowdy", but I don't feel like I look like myself when I see my reflection.   I used to get sad when I looked in closet and saw those fun and interesting clothes that no longer fit. but this is changing.  Now that I've started Weight Watchers, I look at those clothes and I'm feeling a little less defeated and a bit more excited.  I am determined to wear those pieces again- especially the ones that are still in style!  (I DO NOT want to be one of those moms who wears her old clothes solely because she can and yet she looks like she just stepped out of a Sears catalog from 1985.)

Yesterday I was able to wear a blue dress that fit well and was flattering.  It reminded me of how it felt to feel good about one's appearance and it gave me more drive to press on to success.  With God's help, I can do this!  I guess the question I just need to keep in mind as I progress is, "Do I want the pizza or the pizzazz?"

I vote for the pizzazz.