There's good news and there's bad news... then there's good news

Two part post:
Part one was written two weeks ago :)

Well I’ve made it to Week 3 of the diet. Week 1 produced stellar results for me and the hubby. 4.5 lbs for me and 6 for him. Week 2 not so stellar (for me anyways) – just a measly pound. All that work, all of that sacrifice and for what? A pound? Seriously? Yeah. He lost like 5 more I think. I love losing weight but I HATE LOSING in the game. We’re both so competitive. He’ll probably drop yet another 5 this week and I’ll be lucky not to gain back the 5.5 I’ve lost.

So now I’m in week 3. This may not seem very impressive, but when you consider my diet past – I’ve only rarely made it past Week 2 before deciding that I’m not really that fat and give up the game. I’ll stick with it (if for no other reason to envision myself in that cute madras skirt next spring) because I’m a supportive wife. :)

I’ll be honest with you though. There are times when I find myself day dreaming about Chicken McNuggets and chocolate cake. I long for my birthday, when I feel it will be ok to indulge in multiple pieces of such delights. It’s like my brain has been hijacked by thoughts of foods that I can’t really have. Wee little pirates are holding my mind hostage at gunpoint (bayonet? Sword? I don’t know what weaponry pirates use these days)…but they are demanding that I chug a 20 oz bottle of Coke and scarf down a 6 pack of nuggets (with bbq sauce and fries). Oh how I would love to walk that plank! Enough with the pirate metaphor though.

There is actually another point I want to make. We are remarkably better at tennis now. Seriously – week 1 was tennis camp for beginners. Now we’re practically Andre and Steffi (Agassi & Graf – look it up if you don’t know). We have successfully played a game with each other and with our doubles partners Cheryl & Patti (otherwise known as Venus & Serena). And by successfully, I mean no one quit and only a few balls flew over the high fence. Now that’s what I call progress!

Part two:
I wrote the above at the beginning of week 3 – I don’t remember much about Week 3 anymore other than the fact that by the end I had reached a total of 10 pounds lost which meant – ICE CREAM REWARD (good news)! Ed had lost EVEN MORE weight so we both decided to treat ourselves in TN. Week 4 was vacation week with his family in the mountains.

We did really super good those first couple of days – still eating pretty good – drinking water – walking at the water park etc. Then it sort of all came apart. At Wonderworks – I had a pepsi. I don’t even like pepsi – but it wasn’t water – so it tasted heavenly. We also split a piece of pizza (oh and a pretzel with cheese). That was the beginning of the end. Dollywood came and went – along with a coke and a funnel cake.

Then there was the Krispy Kreme incident where I totally gave in to the rich goodness of a hot-n-now. It didn’t stop there. We still made sure to get our ice cream rewards for reaching our small goals of weight loss. I had cake batter ice cream (with pieces of yellow cake in it – um can you say mmmmmmmmmm). After we got home though, I got on the scale and to my dismay had gained back some weight (bad news).

However once I got those few pounds off – I get the ice cream reward again (good news)! Atleast that’s how I’m playing this game.