"Welcome to ONEderland"

Finally! I'm under 200 pounds. For the last 8 weeks, I've been fluctuating between 200 and 202, despite doing everything right - doing weight watchers and swimming 5 miles a week. I seriously felt like giving up, all because my scale wouldn't budge. I knew I was getting skinnier (ok, less fat), because my pants were too big. But the number on the scale was just demoralizing. I discovered the weight watchers message boards, and vented my frustration. I received encouragement, some down to earth advice (lock your scale up), as well as a discussion on our lumberjack arms which didn't have anything to do with much, but made me laugh and feel better. So I kept doing what I was doing. I keep visualizing the end scene in The Labyrinth where David Bowie is trying to get the girl to stay (god, he was so yummy - I would've stayed and let the brat turn into a goblin), and then everything crashes down as she realizes "you have no power over me". Overly dramatic as it is, that's how I keep envisioning my bathroom scale.

Despite my lover's quarrel with my dear digital weight barometer (looking for better synonyms here), I got on it this morning and I'm 198.7. Woot! Woot! As one of posters said on WW, "welcome to onederland". I have to confess though, I cheated while on furlough from my dd scale. I think it's the scientist in me that has to quantify everything. I tested my % body fat at the gym last night. I'm down 6%!!! It may actually be 8%, but I can't remember my starting number because I was so mortified I tried to block it out. It was either 37% or 39%, and now it's down to 31%.

The bad news is, I just bought 2 pairs of jeans, and now they're almost too big. There goes $60 down the drain - not that I'm complaining (well, I am, but at least it's not because I'm too fat).