I get into QZ’s car so that we can go to the Felt Club show downtown. “I have a goal,” I announce.
She looks a little doubtful, and who can blame her? I sheepishly cough up some caveats. “Well, I mean, it might not be my goal tomorrow, but it is my goal today.”
“Proceed,” she encourages, [...]
Either the scale was wrong last week or I have lost over 13 pounds in the past 5 days. True, I have been eating better than before (though not perfectly) and have tried to get more sleep, walk the dogs more frequently, and take better care of myself in general.
But maybe it’s just indicative [...]
A major change in direction, a sudden surge of goodwill toward the world and all mankind, a return of interest in my own thoughts, and I sit up, wide awake, at 3:15 a.m.
I let the puppy out to potty so she can sleep longer and then pull a stack of pages into bed. I have [...]
It has finally happened.
I knew the news wouldn’t be good, but (I figured) it’s better to know the Truth and proceed from there, no? No. The Truth is that when I stepped onto my scale — something which I had not deigned to do since August — it did not give me a number that [...]
Boyfriend-Semi-Ex-Semi-Boyfriend asked this morning, when we woke up to the following email from WeightWatchers.com, “Did they implant that chip in your head when you paid the membership fee?”
The email was titled, Simple Ways to Get Back on Track. It felt like irony, after last night’s little meltdown — admissions of self-loathing, pokes and pinches [...]
Last time I visited my parents, I had lost 25 pounds from my starting weight. In contrast to the pajamas and slippers that I prefer to wear on travel days (C’mon. You’ll never see any of those people again…), I was wearing a cute, “slimming” (one of my least favorite words) blouse, a cute pair [...]
I am writing from the airport, where I’ll be traveling back home to California after an unexpected family funeral. The last time I visited my family — in April (and documented here) — was the last time I was really “on program” with my eating. It’s cliche, but going home always derails me. My hope [...]
An omen.
I packed lunch and dinner for myself today. It’s the first time I’ve done so in over a month. Maybe two. That was the secret to my good eating at the beginning of the year — taking the time to nurture and care for myself in all kinds of ways, including by preparing and packing [...]
I feel fat.
Probably because I am.