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  1. Ladies and Gents The scale really messes with your mind sometimes ...One day it boosts your motivation and the next day it will destroys it..... What will happen when we get to goal, will the scale bring us a reward then? How bout even when we are below our goal (and it will happen) will the scale give us a prize and, put our name in lights!!!? Will the scale seem so powerful in our mind when we are at goal or will the goal WE achieved be our focus then and the scale will simply fade into the back ground finally like it should be..... For most people, the scale is the task master telling us whether it approves of us that day or whether it disapproves of us...and perhaps even worst it tells us what the rest of the world will think about us today.... How much weight did you loose.....ummmm let me ask my scale.... How did the tool to collect data for us get sooooooo much power from us that it will actually determine how we feel and how we act each day... If you have an up and down relationship with your bathroom scale, I'm right there with you and I feel it just as strongly.....We should have even/positive emotions everyday and our actions should stay consistent with someone moving in the direction of his/her goals. In fact having the ability to sustain even/ positive emotions is key to successful weight loss. The scale needs to be demoted and WE need a promotion....I'm all for giving us a raise! Let the scale become that thing that works for us again not the other way around:) I'm gonna tell my scale(with a smile): "HEY I'm the boss of you and you will be my servant....Your job is to provide me with some daily/weekly data as I need it and as I move myself to my goal, "
  2. I'm a guy. I'm 55 years old, 6 feet 3 inches tall. I went back on the program two months ago when I weighed 273 lbs. Today I'm at 241. They put me on 1700 calories but I changed it to 1500 on my own because I am NOT a patient person. I've never seen another male in the Jenny Craig office I go to. I may be the only one. So I hide. I weigh-in on Saturday mornings at 7:45 a.m. because no one else is there. I bring in a food order every Monday morning when no one else is there. I get in and get out fast. No one at works knows I'm on Jenny Craig except one woman who found out when my wife told her accidently. Every morning I weigh myself with absolutely nothing on (I even take off my wedding ring) before I put a single thing in my mouth, even water. On Saturday morning before my official weigh-in at the Jenny Craig office, I get up at 6:00 and go to the gym. I work out real hard sit in the sauna for as long as I can. Then I go home and change into the lightest clothes I have. Seriously. I weighed them on a digital food scale. A pair of shorts, a t-shirt and flip flops. I pee, I p**p, I shave, I trim my toe nails (hey, every ounce counts), and I drive to Jenny Craig. Before I get on the scale I take off my flip flops, my watch and my wedding ring. I am the lightest I can be at that moment. I exhale, close my eyes and step on the scale....
  3. tap4jennycraig

    How Nice of You to Cater Lunch…Uh-oh!

    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!!
  4. A long Weighs to Go

    I hate you, Auntie F!!

    Being a woman is absolutely wonderful. We generally live longer, can wear make-up to cover a break-out, and friends have told me that getting knocked-up is really great (I’ll have to take their word for it). But there are two times when I think “Man, I really wish I had a pen** right now!” 1. Standing in line at a public bathroom and 2. When that crazy-bit** Aunt Flo comes to town. My female comrades know exactly who I am referring to. For the guys out there, ask your wife, girlfriend or friendly neighborhood female pharmacist, I guarantee they are very familiar with what I am talking about. Just knowing Aunt Flo is on her way gives me stomach cramps and makes my skin break-out. Her very presence makes me cranky and moody. My boyfriend especially hates it when she comes to town. This past Saturday marked my 2nd weigh-in and day 2 of her visit. That whole week I had been a Jenny Craig picture of perfection, not straying once from plan, drinking my water, and working out. I had been weighing myself daily (yes I know, tsk tsk!) and seemed to be in line to see another big weight loss at my next weigh in. I was pumped. On Friday morning, however, I jumped on my home scale to find that I had gained 1.5 lbs from the day before. Now, if a man had experienced this 1.5 lb weight gain, I can imagine his befuddlement. “What happened? Did I accidentally eat a lead ball bearing in my sleep? Did someone inject Crisco into my Sunshine Sandwich to sabotage me? Has the gravitational pull of the earth been compromised and we’re all about to die?” A woman, on the other hand, has a perfectly sane explanation for this crazy scenario – that danged Aunt Flo is at her old tricks again! When I weighed in at the Centre on Saturday, I was just a half a pound down. I was disappointed because I had worked so hard that week. When I explained to my counselor, a female, that Auntie F was in town, she just rolled her eyes and said, “Well, that explains it.” It’s easy to get frustrated when things out my control cause unfair fluctuations (they never seem to fluctuate downward, do they?) But I have to remember that this is a marathon, not a sprint. My counselor reminded me that the hard work from the prior week will eventually show on the scale when that miserable whench has finally left town. My skin is starting to clear and I have less homicidal urges today, so I think if I stay on track, I will see a big win this coming Saturday.
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