You can't win

I've been on weight watchers now for amost two months. I do it online, log in my food points, read the tips, create recepies, it's actually a great way to do it. My own home, no meetings where all the members discuss the lastes 0-point food subsitute they've found, just me, my computer, and the liitle words of encourgement that it feeds me.

Like last week, when I didn't lose any weight, the little lady in the computer was so nice to me. She encourged me not to get discouraged, "this happens all the time." And I should focus on the fact that I didn't gain, so overall it was a good week. Okay, I accepted that, I even went into the on-line community where all these other woman who also had not lost one week or so while counting every little thing that goes into their mouth and counting out thier corn chips, they seemed positive. They had all sorts of great things to say, and it all made the whole idea of only eating 1/2 of a bannana alright.

So, one can only imagine my horror this week, when, all proud, I sit down and log in my wieght loss. THREE pounds. I'm thinking, they're going to put some sort of gold star next to my name. I may even made some listing of "good weight losers" or something really cool. The little lady in the computer is going to be SO proud of me! Wrong. Instead I got a "nice, but."

They told me I lost too much weight. They told me I had to slow down, not work out as much, or be sure to eat some of my extra points I earn for working out. THEY YELLED AT ME!! The nice lady in the computer, who has been nothing but encouraging, yelled at me. And burst my whole bubble. They sent me to a place on the site that talks about the horrors of rapid weight loss. RAPID WEIGHT LOSS?? I've been fat for 10 years now. I would not categorize my wieght loss as RAPID.

I'm finally seeingresults, after doctors, and gym instructors are telling me to "increase my workouts" "lifestyle changes" "calories in, calories out" I'm finally making it all work for me, and this snotty b%$@! yells at me. The nerve.

I won't let that arrogant, probably skinny and never had to measure her skim milk, little pris in the computer burst my bubble.I'm on a roll. And if I lose three pounds, I'll post my own gold star on forehead, measure out 2oz of champaign and toast my own achievments, regardless of what the computer thinks.