Obsessive much?

One month into my Weight Watchers program and I'm surviving.
I've had some ups and downs, but, I knew I would, so I was ready for them and I've managed to regroup the following day and eat what I should.

My biggest issue is that I feel like all I'm thinking about is food.
I'm planning what I'm eating for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  I'm thinking about what to order the day before a planned dinner with friends.  I'm always researching how many points a food is.  Even if I'm simply offered a piece of candy, I'm checking how many points it is before I accept it.  I feel even more obsessive over food now that I'm eating "right" than I ever was while eating what I wanted.
I assumed that as I was packing on the pounds, this is because of my unnatural obsession with food.  How it tastes and feels on my tongue, not to mention how good it makes me feel emotionally.

 I thought I was thinking about food all the time.  Not even close to how much I'm thinking about food now.
Food, food everywhere.

I'm hoping that with practice, I won't have to keep looking up food point values.
I'm hoping that with practice, it won't feel like I'm spending so much time planning what to eat during the day.
I'm hoping that with practice, I master this and lose some serious weight, since it's obvious I can't do it on my own.  I need all the help I can get.  Thankfully, it feels like WW is providing that for me.
Tons of help at my fingertips. 

Sweet Beginning

I just finished week 2 of this Weight Watchers thing and I must say, it's not that bad.
Really.
I'm not kidding.
I suppose what makes it easy is that even when I stumble off the path of eating what is good for me and what will lead me to weight loss, it's much easier to get back to it and move on.  Count the points, sigh that you let yourself cave in to a bad choice and get over it.
I've become  a lot more aware of what I'm eating and it's nutritional value.  I'm looking at things the way I suppose a normal person would.  A little less the way a starved fat kid would.
I'm also not going to lie and say that it's been smooth sailing.  Oh it has NOT.  But I think I can do this.  I can wrap my head around this one and make the right choices.
So far I've lost 5lbs.
I was a little disappointed because you hear all these stories of people dropping 5 to 10 lbs in the first week they start to "diet".  At the same time, I'm happy to see a downward move of any kind, even of the 2 and half pound variety.  As long as it's not moving up, we're in business.

I'm off to a good start.
Now I just have to keep my nose down and do this thing.  

Dare I Say...New Beginning?

I won't go on about how I can't believe it's been a year since I posted, though I really hadn't realized that.  I won't go on about how this year will be different, there's only so many times I can say that and think anyone, even myself, still believes it. 
Seriously. 
I wouldn't say I'm ashamed of myself, but just hugely disappointed.  I'm swiftly approaching my 40th birthday this year and I'm no closer to my goal weight than I was at 36. 
You think back at all the benchmark birthdays.  You have such grand goals for each of them and the closer they get, the goals start becoming hastily revised.  You still have this thought in the back of your mind though that makes it okay, because "next benchmark year will be different." 
I'm not where I thought I'd be as I approach 40.  At all.  But where I am isn't all bad.  I've got a job, that's decent.  I have a newer car.  I've got a dog (some days that's not a positive).  I've lots of wonderful friends.  I also have an amazingly supportive sister.  Did I ever imagine that I would be creeping up on this birthday without my mother?  No.  We'll I get through it.  Yes.  Because of those great friends and my sister.  They keep me focused and out of the pitty-party valley. 
I joined Weight Watchers.  I'm on day 2.  I'm hungry. *sigh*  It's also day 2 of no soda.  Like an addict that has fallen off the wagon, I'm jumping back on.  I'm dusting off my weight loss marbles and I'm getting back on this horse. 
Here we go.