A friend asked me about Weight Watchers – anything I wanted to tell her. I started thinking it was fodder for a blog post. And I wrote this next paragraph before Thanksgiving. Before I “fell off” the dieting wagon. So here goes.
I go. I weigh in. Keeps me honest. I eat very little of the prepared food. Sometimes I keep a couple of packaged Weight Watchers dinners in the freezer for emergencies. Or if I get up really late and don’t have time to make my lunch. I eat cereal, skim milk and strawberries or banana for breakfast. Or oatmeal or farina. Or toast and apple sauce. Or hard boiled egg(s). I eat a lot of eggs. Usually rice and vegetables for lunch. Apples, clementines, raisins. Big salads with cut up chicken, gorgonzola. Baby carrots. Popcorn. A pork chop with a big pile of vegetables. Tomatoes, mushrooms, capers over pasta. I keep a box of chicken broth in the fridge all the time. I use it in lieu of olive oil when I “saute” vegetables. I make several days lunch at the same time. Sometimes I pack as much as I can at night and just add the cold stuff in the A.M. Diet Canada Dry Ginger Ale. I have ice cream every Saturday. Its really flexible. And you will find your favorite things. I do weigh and measure. It gets easier all the time. I’m used to it. I am into it. Keeping my eyes on the prize. Is this good info?
So Thanksgiving. Great week. I blogged about it already. I had a blast. I had company and the week off and went out almost every night. Met a friend for dinner Monday night. Went out to lunch Tuesday and it was downhill from there. Such a slippery slope. I ate lots of stuff. In addition to the piggy Thanksgiving dinner, I ate cereal snack, scones and butter, chocolate cream pie, fried dough pizza, chocolate brownie cheesecake, artichoke dip, lobster bisque, three-layer chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting and chopped up peanut butter cups in between and on top, need I say more. You can be sure I didn’t bother to write any of it in my food diary. CRASH. CRASH. CRASH.
I’m having an awful hard time getting back on the wagon. I know I’ll do it but I’m struggling. I have lost a ton (well 40 pounds) over the last year. And I want to keep on going. But it’s hard. I’m an addict. I want everything that tastes good or feels good. Combine them, as in the case of wine for instance, and I’m a goner.
What to do. What to do. I don’t see this getting any easier through the next couple of weeks. For instance, I am invited to – count ‘em – five Christmas parties on Saturday. My sister and her family are coming to Connecticut a week from today and staying for more than a week. I haven’t seen my nephew in over 2 years and I’m trying to remember how long its been since I’ve seen my niece – maybe 6 years? Not to mention my sister and my FBIL (favorite brother-in-law). Cookies and candy at work. I feel like I’ve lost it. Social life and food – so closely interwoven. I went to a Christmas party last night. I had the most decadent delicious delectable dessert. It was a pie. Bottom layer was peanut butter fudge, then a layer of chocolate mousse, topped with whipped cream and crushed peanut brittle. It’s the chocolate. I cheated and ate other stuff, but I didn’t go nuts – with the quantity anyway. But I’ve let the devil chocolate back into my life and now I’ve got to fight to get him out. I can say this one thing – there is no chocolate in my house. That would be a disaster. Oh yeah, I got a box of chocolates for my birthday. Killed that off. I can say one other good thing – at least I don’t drink alcohol.
Anyhow, I’m trying. I was good all day today. I was pretty good yesterday until dessert. I was very good Sunday. I was a little bad Saturday. I’m trying to remember that this is a lifestyle change and I have to stick to my food plan as much as I am able. I’m definitely a screwball in my brain. But I’m very hopeful because I’m not mad at myself. If I got down on me, I would probably really mess this up. But I’m so self-analytical that I’m more curious than anything. I believe if I just hang in there, my willpower will reappear and I’ll be back at it again. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway.
My friend Susan made the one on the left. I made the one on the right. We can cook. Yep. We really can.