"Deathly Ill Becomes You"

That's what my leader said when I weighed in this morning. Before I got on the scale I told her I'd been deathly ill all week. I lost 4.4 pounds this week for a total loss of 36 pounds. It's the least I've weighed since I joined Weight Watchers. I'm also no longer obese, and haven't been for three weeks.

I was sick all week with a really nasty cold. Even though I barely moved for two days, I also ate very little for most of the week. That, and I'm still taking the higher-dosage thyroid medication.

So, instead of crediting my weight loss to strict adherence to the new Weight Watchers eating plan, I have to give the nod to my thyroid meds, the nausea-inducing antibiotics, and an appetite-sapping rhinovirus.

I'm not complaining, mind you, but I am concerned that I won't be able to keep the weight off if I have to reduce my thyroid meds as my weight declines, or when I finish the wretched antibiotics and recover from all the bugs circulating. My leader is awesome and she understood my reluctance to celebrate while also congratulating me.

My concern is one reason I'm contemplating going back to the Simply Filling Technique (although the last time I was on it, it was called "Core"; what is it with Weight Watchers and all these jaw-breaking names?). If I can learn what it's like to eat until I'm satisfied while I'm losing weight for other reasons, maybe I'll be able to continue eating that way later.