My first post was kind of minimalist

Yeah, I managed to publish without writing anything. Fabulous. The purpose of this blog is to chronicle my exploits with Weight Watchers. So far, it's been pretty great. Today is my 7th week. I'm pretty sure my friends, as wonderfully supportive as they have been, are going to get sick of hearing how many points are in beer, turkey legs and migas, so I have decided to put that info out somewhere else... Here! Yay!
My goal is simple. Weight watchers pretty much tells you what your goal is a.k.a "Lifetime Weight" which I am about 60 lbs away from. Really, my goal is to be able to wear a bikini at some point this summer. Lucky for me, summer lasts until November in Texas, so I've got some time.
Although I've had some weeks with some interesting results. "Um, I GAINED two pounds?" and then last week's measley -0.2 lbs. to which I said "Well, at least I didn't gain." It's a long process... so I'm trying to focus on not getting too caught up in the short term.
I weigh in on Mondays, so you'll probably see posts on Monday, because once a week, I reserve time from 3:30 to 5:30 to obsess about my actual weight and my personal battle with the scale.
Last week, prior to weigh in, I had wolfed down an entire weight watchers cassarole. Of course, I never would have made a whole casserole, were it not for WW, but I still ate the whole freaking thing brown rice, diet cheese, kidney beans. It wasn't all that bad for me, but still I ate ALL of it. I don't do well with weekends at home. Lesson learned. This took place in the weekend between back to back visits from out of town friends and family.
All my northern friends who come to visit want to eat Tex-Mex and drink Margaritas, not exactly on plan. So despite two weeks of visitors, and a moratorium on exercise, I'm still keeping pace with my weight loss. I'm pretty sure the scale is going to reflect things like a 2 am donut pit stop and $5 Milkshake from the Alamo Drafthouse (I only drank half and it was made with espresso.... yeah, I know, its STILL bad.)
Anyway, today's point, is that my weight may be up, but my waist size is down. I am wearing jeans (of the non-Wal Mart, plus size variety) that I wore before I moved to Texas. Size 12, Gap jeans. It's been a goal of mine, for quite sometime, to get back in these, and I am happy to say I am wearing them and able to stand up, sit down and eat lunch.