Just started the car to warm it up, and there, right in front of me, was that carmel chocolate heart that I bought on Monday. MONDAY!!! This is Wednesday and I haven't eaten it. For the non-fat-challenged lucky ones out there, let me spell it out for you: this is progress. Heck, it was big progress that I only bought one.
I saw a Weight Watchers commercial this a.m. Of course, I've joined WW probably 10 times over my lifetime, and gotten to my goal once, but had stopped going, so it didn't count. This last time I was at a meeting and the very sweet, skinny, lovely leader was gushing about her birthday cake: a WW staple, angel food cake mix, made only with a can of crushed pineapple. That's it, no frosting (to me, frosting is the ONLY reason to have cake. I think of it as a dish of frosting, with a base, preferrably thin, of some other substance; I believe they call it "cake.") Anyway, right then and there I thought, "Holy cow. She's been at her goal weight for 20 yrs, and she has that poor excuse for a birthday cake? Live it up, go wild, for crying out loud!" And yes, that's exactly why I'm not at "goal weight."
Another thing about WW: there's a very, very nice woman who checks you in and she's been a member, at goal weight, for something like 25 yrs. I asked, and she had 8 or 9 lbs to lose when she joined. Are you kidding????? Maybe I should set my goal weight for 10 lbs less than my current weight, which, if you're wondering, is "small whale." But they might be on to that technique.
Ok, off to the grocery. Agan. With 2 of us trying to do Nutrisystem, (I'm about done with it; it's too yucky. and this from a former ICU nurse with an iron stomach) we go thru a ton of fruits and vegetables/day. So off to the evil, tempting mine fields of the grocery.
I just about fainted in joy this a.m. when I put on my jeans and they were a bit loose. Then I realized I had grabbed one of my larger sizes. I have at least 3 sizes of everything in the closet. Pathetic, just pathetic.
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