On Monday, the 9th, I started back on diet. Last time, I did Special K for two weeks, then switched to Weight Watchers for months, and was thwarted by holidays and special occasions. That was pretty effective, since I lost just over 30 pounds. Sadly, I’ve since regained all of that weight, and I’m thinking that it would be nice to be rid of it again, hopefully for longer.
First, some affirmations about losing weight. Sure, it’s a pain to do, but it sure feels good not to have to lug around those extra pounds. I’ve noticed that my right knee has started to pop again while going down the stairs. It’s not wholly uncomfortable, but it will be if I don’t take some of this extra weight off of it. I remember distinctly how much better my knees felt when I was lighter. Not just my knees, but the rest of me, too. I mentioned going back on the diet to Berta yesterday, and she asked me, incredulously, “Why?” With the kids standing there, I wasn’t going to say explicitly, “Sex was better.” But it was. Better, better, better.