So the first week of Weight Watchers is complete. I am still alive. But I am still hungry. HA. I of course opened my wide mouth during our meeting today to express how difficult of a time I was having. I seemed to be the most negative person in the room which made me feel uncomfortable. Because I can't be the only one struggling. So I vented. Everyone else in the room seemed to be getting along just fine. There were a few people who didn't say what their first week was like so maybe I was a loud mouth for them too. Who knows. Everyone wants to tell me that it's going to be fine and it will get easier as my body and mind get used to it all but right now...I don't want to hear that. Cause I just want to eat. Eat. Eat. Eat.
On Thursday I started Weight Watchers. This is now my second run at weight watchers. For whatever reason, I am struggling this time. Greatly. Yesterday was a very rough day for me. I was emotional. Starving. Angry. I wanted to give up right then and there. I don't know what this time is harder. Is it because I weigh more? Is it because I have something else going on subconsciously that I am unaware of? I don't want to be around people because I feel like everything and anything we talk about revolves around food and points. This damn point system. I called my mom yesterday because I needed to talk to someone who would listen. Who would help me try to find a solution. Who would remind me that it's going to be okay. The minute I started talking to her, tears flooded my eyes. I was so desperate for food. Desperate for a solution to make this hunger and struggle go away. My downfall I think when I get this desperate or depressed is to eat. Unfortunately, I can't do that. I do understand that in the long run this is better for me and my future. But it is a struggle. And a very hard one.