For some odd reason, I don’t want anyone to know that I am on Weight Watchers again (I mean other than the 4 or 5 people who read this blog regularly, that is). The hubs knows of course, but I don’t talk to him about it. My mom and my sister don’t know, and usually they are the first to know everything, but for some reason, I just don’t want them to know. Isn’t that weird? I would really like to just quietly lose 30 or 40 pounds and be done with it.
I’ve got 3 theories to explain my disclosure phobia (big words for a Wednesday, huh?!):
1) If I talk about my weight loss, then I have to talk about how fat I am now, and that makes me uncomfortable. I am at my heaviest weight and I can’t believe that I have let it get to this. And speaking of uncomfortable, I am wearing a pair of size 14 jeans and they are KILLING me. They are so tight when I sit down that I have to unbutton them just to be able to breathe! Ugh!! But I digress…
2) I just don’t want the attention that losing weight seems to bring. When people know you are trying to lose weight, that’s the first thing they ask, “how much have you lost?” and really, there’s so much more going on in my life than that. Okay, really there isn’t anything going on in my life right now, but I just don’t want to talk about THAT.
3) I am being stupid and paranoid.
Any Freudian wannabes out there care to give it a shot? If you can diagnose my problem, then you win, well nothing, except my gratitude and respect. How’s that for incentive?!