Up for the challenge

I attended my second Weight Watchers meeting yesterday. I lost just over two pounds and feel good about what I accomplished. I didn't think much of the program when my sister went through it years ago; I thought it was just a cop-out where you went if you really couldn't loose weight. Now that I am older, I know that each person need encouragement and that this group is great for giving that. Also, I like to be held accountable for my actions. By weighing in each week, I am. I am also learning what a portion size is, why and how to read labels and how to eat only when my body tells me I need to instead of snacking just because it is there. This is hard for me as I have a husband who weighs less than he should and is always hungry. We have snacks galore in the house for him. Luck for me, I really don't like his kind of snacks so I can ignore them.
The Weight Watchers meeting leader gave us information about a 5k walk that is scheduled for June 6th, just 6 weeks away. I am going to try to do this. Though I cannot do it on June 6th, as that is my daughter’s grad party day and I will be very busy with that, I will see about doing it on Saturday the 5th. The challenge is to walk 5k or 3.1 miles in 45 minutes. Each week you walk 5 days adding distance and time to get you to walking the 3.1 miles. I will work towards the 45 minute goal. Even if I take longer in the end, I feel I will have fulfilled the challenge if I can walk 3.1 miles in 6 weeks time. I say this, because I am not one for walking long distances and I have to overcome my knee and ankle problems to achieve this goal. I want the charm that says I walked 5k, and damn it I will earn it!!
Today, after my dental appointment, I am going to go shopping for walking shoes. My feet have been in crocs or clogs for most of the last 3 years and my tennis shoes are not fitting all that great. Walking begins with your feet being happy, so I am off to get happy feet.

Fat, married and covered in cat hair

Yes, it is a play on words of the book.

The Fat Part:

Yesterday I started Weight Watchers. I really need to get healthy and this is how I decided to do that. I had thought of joining HHM, but decided against it. I want to be able to cook. I love to cook, so why would I give that up for a whole year? With weight watchers, I can still cook, but I can learn to make better choices, learn what an actual portion is and learn how to track both food and exercise for a better me. I think I made the right decision for me. If you are on the WW community, my name is again CoggieTM there. Just look me up. I am still getting my bearings, so I need some hand holding.
Boo is going to do the program with me, she wants to loose a couple pounds and this, plus the exercise program her biological sent to her for her birthday, should be a good start. I also like the idea of us being partners. That means we can keep an eye on each other and encourage one another. We have decided to walk tonight, not sure if it will be an everyday thing, but as long as the weather permits, that is my exercise of choice. I am still wiggling in the mornings though, I can't convince Boo to join me in that.

The Married Part:

Sarge is home this week. Yes I said week!!!

I am so happy to have 7 straight days and nights with him. This sounds odd, as most married people are together most of the time, but in the last 3 months I have seen very little of my husband. The Army is keeping him busy, he is happy, but I have been feeling as if my right arm was removed. This week we are going to work on that and get things so that I can cope for the months he will be gone soon.

The Covered in Cat Hair Part:

The suspects:

The Crime: shedding all over Casa Coggie.

The sleuthing process: Orange and black cat hair found on all furniture, clothing and in air. Problem drinking anything from a glass that has sat longer than 2 seconds because it will contain cat hair. Possible choking hazard, caution is advised.

Crime Scene Clean up: Running of vacuum daily, plus changing of filters in the central air/heater. Windows open as the weather allows

Conclusion: During shedding season, no one is safe from the fur. *sigh*