Ahh...a new weekly post. Thursdays are now my weigh-in days with WW (that's what all the cool kids call Weight Watchers, don't cha know). And last night I caught a glimpse of what life may be like for high school/college wrestlers. I knew the weigh-in was looming, and so I carefully plotted out my moves for the day: keep the sodium low. High protein meals and snacks. And water. I drank so much water I do believe I was sloshing as I walked. And then, around 8:45 last night, as I was settling in with Henry to watch episode 74 of Heroes (it only goes up to 77, people...I NEED A NEW SHOW), it dawned on me that I hadn't been ACTIVE yet that day.
So I told Walter to get his leash, and we set out for a fast paced waddle. In the dark. It was about 80 degrees then, with a humidity level of about 79%. Which means, the air was as full of water as my innards. We walked, my best friend and I, for almost an hour. Roughly 3, maybe 3 1/2 miles. When I got back home, I looked as though I had been a contestant in the world's saddest wet t-shirt contest (yes, here I go again. I promise I won't reference my nipples this time. Oops.). But like that little wrestler guy who is bound and determined to make his weight for the week, I felt good.
Last week I lost 4 pounds. I guess it's typical to lose a bigger amount your first week (according to WW, the average loss per week is between .5-2 lbs), but for me that seemed almost anticlimactic. Mayhap it's too many viewings of The Biggest Loser, and I imagined myself on that ginormous scale, clad only in a jogbra and bike shorts, with some fabulous number like "14" or "12" flashing behind me and shots of Jillian Michaels pumping her fist in angry approval...oops, sorry. I like to daydream.
Like I told Danielle, who shamed me with her amazing loss last week, by the way...like I told her, one of the things I'm going to have to learn with this whole WW experience is the fine art of patience. Patience and me, we are a funny pair. In some regards, I have tons of it. I can sit back, like one of those spiders who dig tunnels and just wait. Just....wait. But in other situations, I am so very much like that ADD-riddled kid you see in the checkout line at Target, you know, the one with the mom who looks like she needs a stiff drink and a vacation? I'm like that kid, jumping and spazzing and talking100wordspersecond. I want results yesterday!
But it's not like that. It's not going to be like it was in my 30's, when I'd strap the babies into the double stroller and walk to the park a few times a week and ten pounds would come off in a nanosecond. This time around is going to be tough. One thing I keep reading about, that of course worries me, is the role stress plays in weight loss (and gain), especially for women of a certain age (ahem. That would be Middle Age). While the daily stress doesn't seem to be as gnawing as it used to be, it's still there. I wonder if I've just become accustomed to it, or if I've actually learned to deflect it? I'm guessing the fact that I put on about 40 pounds in just over a year's time could mean that my version of deflecting something is to eat it. But that's neither here, nor there.
And since this is now "Weigh In Thursday", I'm going to weigh in on something that I read this morning. The cast of Modern Family is pulling a very Friends-like move and banding together (well, at least the grown up actors are, not the kids) and actually suing the producers of the show (20th Century Fox Television) for more money. The link to the story I read is right here.
Here's the deal: I can only imagine what it's like to be in their positions: you are a relatively unknown, hardworking actor. You get a chance on a new network series, and you sign a long contract because it's a network series and it looks promising. At this point in your life, you've had bit parts in some mediocre movies, you've guest starred on some other network shows...but this is like the Brass Ring for actors, right? This is steady work with a nice paycheck. So you sign the contract and hope for the best. And BAM, the best happens. Your show is a smash hit. Like, Diet Coke-and-Got Milk?-commercial-successful. You see the studio making tons of money off of your hard work. So you want more money. Who wouldn't?
But here's the deal: these people are saying that $4 million dollars a year isn't enough. And that's just what they've been offered for this upcoming season.
Disclaimer: I've only watched the first season of Modern Family, and random episodes here and there throughout the other seasons (it's on Wednesday nights, when I'm busy teaching my confirmation class...praise God). And from what I can see, the success of that show is due mainly to the writers. I mean, yeah..the actors are very good at what they do, but without their amazingly talented writers they'd be just another ensemble cast with very pretty sets (I want the Dunphy house).
What I'm saying is, it's no Arrested Development (and look what happened to that kick ass show). You know what will happen though. The stars will keep their tantrums going, the exasperated
Oh and one other weigh-in...apparently Kristen Stewart (the wooden actress who has bored us through several Twilight movies) has had an affair with the married director of her last movie, "Snow White and The Huntsman" (which I still want to see because I have a mad girl crush on Charlize Theron). But you know what? She's really, really sorry! And she cried a little bit when she said she's sorry! And the director tweeted about it. His wife and kids mean the world to him. And he's also really, really sorry. So I guess it's all ok now. Sweet Mary and baby Jesus. Sometimes I can't stand the world we live in.
Ok. It's now almost 8:00. Weigh in is nigh. I will post this now and then check back with my progress...here's how I've seen some of the ladies do it on the WW forums:
Week 1: 4 lbs.
Week 2: 3.8 lbs. YEAH BABY!
To be updated soon.
Until then, have a swell Thursday, people.