So, I haven’t been out of pajamas since Monday afternoon. Don’t be jealous – it hasn’t been fun. I think I am getting sawed in half right around my midsection. It’s chick stuff, so I won’t go into it (you’re welcome). However, it is not normal for me, so it is starting to get me a bit worried.

Here’s the conundrum. I’d like to call the doctor and just fly this all by her to see what she thinks. What will probably happen is a CYA answer of, “You should come in so we can check it out.” I will because I am already worried. I’ll get there, she will check me out, have no real answers and send me home with orders to rest, drink lots of fluids and call her tomorrow if it doesn’t get better. I will be miraculously healed on the way home and get her bill in the mail next week.

*Note – I love my doctor. She is wonderful. Personable, professional, capable, reasonable and always on time. I get the fact that doctor’s are far less likely to say anything other than “come in” over the phone due to the litigious society we live in. Still doesn’t change my predicament

So, I won’t call the doctor and find out next week I have some weird condition that would have been no big deal if they had caught it earlier – like when I was gonna call in the first place.

When do you call the doctor?

Ok, so maybe Weight Watchers doesn’t stink – the fact that I am on it does. I gained 15 pounds in 2007 – after I lost ALL the baby weight from Morgan’s birth in February! That train stops today – well yesterday.

First, let me note a few things to hedge off the “OMG – April has lost her mind” thoughts. I maybe a little quirky – but not about this.

I don’t think I am overweight, fat, gross or unhealthy. My body image is fine and I am not obsessing. I understand I am in a healthy weight range. In fact, I know I am pretty dern phenom for a 30-something mommy of four. I love myself and I am ok with the way I look.

But, the plain truth of the matter is that 15 pounds in one year is 30 pounds in two. In five years, I am 50-60 pounds out of my healthy weight range, my BMI is 32, I am technically obese and my youngest child will only be 6. People don’t ruin their health in one day…they do it over time. I am not willing to let that happen. Especially when I have a few other vices that I am not ready to deal with. Not to mention the fact that I am not excited about having to buy new clothes. Nope – we are going to nip this in the bud now.

Here’s the deal – I eat for pleasure and I *heart* food. In my teens, before kids, this was not a big deal. In my 20′s, it was only an issue the first six months after child birth. Now, in my 30′s, I have to accept that my body’s ability to withstand the fact that my favorite food is birthday cake and ice cream in dwindling.

So, I have decided on Weight Watchers. Not the meeting program, but the online accountability program. Couple of factors…

• Price – it was a good deal
• Flexibility – I lunch a lot. This is a big pain with a lot of programs. WW – I just count it.
• Accountability – The whole thought around WW is better choices with moderation. Big secret right? No. Could I do this myself with a diary and a pen? Sure. I could even use you guys as accountability folks – but that is not why I blog usually. There is a mental (hehe) thing that happens when I know that I have real points subtracted when I eat food. Appeals to my inner sportsman. Who, incidentally, if I let out more often, would have cured this whole problem.
• Everybody I know that has used it, likes it. I believe in word of mouth.

So, here I go…tapping at the door of 150lbs and knowing I really miss the land of the 130′s.