This is my third week of being on the Weight Watchers diet. Everyone I know who has been with the program is so pleased and successful with it. It does have its merits! During my first week on the diet, I lost two pounds despite it being Thanksgiving Week. Last week, however, I lost one lousy, lonely pound. Well, yeah, maybe I wasn't diligent with my point-keeping and I didn't exercise, but I have given up so much! Once in a while, I'll have one pretzel vs. the twenty I'd normally eat. I treat myself to one small handful of nuts a week, usually on the weekend, after weigh-in. I carry my point guide with me that constantly reminds me that one ounce of cheese equals lunch!
My handy reference guide, full of bad news.
Today was particularly challenging. Knowing I need to weigh in less than forty-eight hours from now puts the pressure on. Low-fat oatmeal for breakfast, no mid-morning snack, tossed salad for lunch with red wine vinegar, garlic, and olive oil (quite good, actually), and one stick of string cheese. Being overly busy at work, I haven't remembered to drink the water I need. I'll work on that. By 2:30, I was audibly starving. Then I received an e-mail annoucement of a birthday party for one of our security guards at 3:30. DARN! Now I need to go to a party with cake and ice cream and pass? Just before the calories-and-fat-loaded party started, I ate a McIntosh apple. I sat at the gathering with my hands folded on my lap and staring at the Breyers Ice Cream - vanilla with bean specks. Oh, my...help me! I went back to my office quickly and looked up ice cream in my reference guide. One-half cup of regular ice cream - 4 points. That's almost a whole lunch. My shoulders drooped and I sighed. Knowing I have flex points, I thought to myself, "ice cream or wine tonight?" I chose wine.
All I want to do is to lose fifteen more pounds, preferably between my neck and the bottom of my butt. It's hereditary from my father's side of the family to be top heavy. We are all built like ticks, a family of chickens, with skinny legs and little behinds. Sigh...
For dinner, I had more salad, lean meat, and I counted my baked beans, one by one. I'm not hungry anymore but my cravings are getting the best of me.
Inside my pantry, my old friends are calling my name...
Hmmm. Maybe if I walk briskly for four miles this weekend I can eat that whole bag of pretzels!