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I was so excited to try JC ... but am disappointed that my family's reaction does not feel very supportive. They have made it clear that they don't think my current weight is healthy and that I don't look very good, and that I should do something about it....but that seems to be where it ends. When I went to visit my mother, I had 4 days of food shipped to her condo (and warned her it was coming). Her response was "What is all this crap?" "You better eat it all before you leave!" She also complained about me being on a diet while visiting and on vacation - she considered it inconvenient. My husband does not mind the considerable expense. He thinks ordering the food is fun, is impressed with the variety, and is curious about how things taste (although he doesn't want to try anything). But he is concerned about the fact that it is mostly processed food with lots of additives. He does not want to exercise with me. I don't walk fast enough for HIM to feel like he's getting a workout. (Fortunately I have three good friends who will walk with me.) Also, he has made some negative comments about JC. He thinks it's a type of pyramid scheme, and that their goal might be for clients to FAIL because they make more money that way (membership fees and food purchase.) He doesn't understand why people would become counselors - what they are getting out of it. Sigh....
I was doing so well on Jenny when I remembered that once a month, I have a class that caters breakfast and lunch. I started to panic and then I pulled it back. "I can do this," I thought as I strolled by the chocolate donuts, blueberry muffins, croissants, bagels and orange juice. I had placed an anytime bar and a piece of fruit in my bag so while the other students ate the goodies from the caterer, I ate my Jenny food and I was cool with that and then there was lunch. I smelled the aroma of lunch before I saw it and I got a little nervous. As I walked up to the server, I smiled and said, “I am on Jenny Craig so you are going to have to shake about three quarters of that spoon back into the tray and give me a little bit." He smiled and did exactly as I had suggested. The other servers heard what I had told him so they were ready for me when I got to them. My lunch plate consisted of a cheese enchilada which I did not eat because I am not too fond of anything with just cheese in it...wait...I do love grilled cheese sandwiches so I take that back. Anyway, I did not eat the enchilada; I only took one or two small bites. Then there was the salmon in a sauce and it was about the size of a mushroom cap. I am not a big fish eater (because I have a phobia about choking on fish bones), but I loved the taste of this little fish thingee. Next, there was salad which I ate sparingly because of the sweet sauce on it. I had no issues with the rice so I introduced it to my stomach . Last, but not least...the peanut butter cookie. The last time I broke it in half, ate one half...and then the other half. This time, I didn't bow to the formality because I knew I was going to eat the whole cookie. I broke off small pieces until it was gone. All in all the process went well. I drank water and I was satisfied. As a matter of fact, I had to force myself to eat dinner and the snack later. I am proud of myself for being able to eat out without inviting disaster. I feel proud when I tell people that I am on jenny Craig. I feel so much better now that I am putting myself first. OK, I said I was going to wait to post this, but I can't stand the suspense. Last week’s weigh-in was …uh…not so cool for me after having lost only 2.3 lbs. In my blogs, I write that we should celebrate the little victories, but I have to admit that I was not very happy. "I can lose 2.3 lbs by taking off my tennis shoes," I thought to myself. Well, this week, I didn't walk for the three days it rained in Los Angeles, but today and yesterday I walked a longer distance. My neighbor who weighs a third of what I weigh tried to power walk me into a coma. At my last meeting, I was 311 lbs. I just stepped on the scale tonight because finding out at the weigh-in didn't work for me last week. I said I didn't have expectations, but I did...high ones. Anyway, I step on the scale and it says...wait for it...299!! OMG! I remembered that the tile floor in the bathroom takes a more accurate read so I took the scale there and it said 301 lbs. What? I gained 2 lbs walking from the kitchen to the bathroom? It doesn't matter because I can do the math and there will be no 2.3 lbs lost this week. My mind started to race. Should I skip dinner or walk or what? I didn’t want to gain any weight between now and tomorrow. Then I remembered that skipping meals is how I got to be over 300 lbs in the first place so I will eat everything before I go to bed. I will definitely post tomorrow and let you know how it went. Wish me luck! Oh that's right, I don't need luck, I'm on Jenny Craig!!