Speaking Too Soon

Dawn (who is doing VERY well, YAY DAWN!) said she envied me all the crap I got to eat on vacation. The thing is, Peeps, that it wasn't good. It's amazing how quickly your body gets used to decent meals and...

Well, you know how people who are seriously dehydrated are given only small amounts of water at first, even though they want to guzzle a ton? You know how people with frostbite are put in lukewarm water because the shock of hot water would kill them?

Well, it was kind of like that with the pizza.

God, I was sick. I puked. Blerg. The only two meals I really enjoyed were the chicken salad and the small jacket potato. The rest of them were too large and too heavy and left me feeling logey and pukey.

Last night I made a huge chicken salad for The Troublemaker and I and it went down happily and stayed down happily.

I was going to come here and post all of this with a sense of self-ritious fooferah. After all, although I cheated, I didn't actually enjoy it. YAY for my ethics, right?

Except that I'm so hungry today, Peeps, that for safety's sake you should keep well back of me. I'm going to eat off my own hand I'm so hungry. And I don't want more salad I want more CRAP.

The days when you finish your lunch by 11 am are days that are going to be LOOONNNNG.

Dawn also asked below if the WW treats are any good. I like them, Dawn, and another alternative is to get the packs of 100 Calorie treats at Jewel. They are two points apiece and the cookie ones are surprisingly cookie-tasting. They are crunchy and sweet and you can control how many points you get. Because they are pre-packaged they are self-limiting. You open a package and wolf it down and then get to take a break and really think about whether or not you want to open another one.

There was a chocolate fountain here today and I didn't have any. In fact, although I've been pigging, it's all WW safe and I'm still within my points.

That does not mean I don't feel like I'm going to die. Because I do. I'm going to eat my own head and die.

Holiday Results

Hi there!

So in the comments below we found that Kate got through Turkey day having only put on a pound (after losing 15 initially) and that Dawn has lost 1.6 pounds in spite of the Holiday.

I wish I had news that good, but the airline food and hotel food and nights out conspired against me. The Troublemaker swears that I haven't undone all the good I initially did and that it's not as bad as I think it is. I'm hoping I kept it to my 2 pound maximum goal, but we'll see. I should have weighed in yesterday but I was still on vacation.

It helped (and this sounds so stupid but it did) that I was feeling pretty ill while I was in London. I ate almost nothing on Saturday because I didn't think I could keep it down. I also nixed the drinking after night two. Man, I felt awful. Too much food two quickly. My body isn't used to that anymore!

It's amazing how fast your body gets used to a reasonable amount of food.

The weigh-in next week will tell all. I'm back on the wagon as of today. Congratulations to Kate and Dawn for having fun and still meeting their own expectations! Very, very cool.

PMS is my Nemesis

Oh, this week is one day old, Peep, and it's already tough as hell. I'm in the mood for eleventymillion doughnuts chased down by a large pizza and a Slurpee.

I had oatmeal for breakfast and then a banana, but I also got a sandwich when I stopped at 7-11 on my way to school. The sandwich was a turkey and swiss on pita bread with no mayo or anything and I figured that while the cals were high, the nutrition content was also much greater than, say, an APPLE FRITTER.

I'm now an hour out of finishing the sandwich and I still feel full, which is a good sign. Maybe cheating on the heavily nutritous stuff will help keep me on plan better than cheating on the empty calories.

Whatever. My goal for this coming T-Giving week is to only gain 2 pounds. It may seem crazy, but we're travelling to London and staying in a hotel and going out with friends and family for every meal. I think that a gain of 2 pounds or less could be considered a success. I'm going to try not to angst over every curry or guilt myself out of having fun.

At the same time I don't want to undo the good I've done already.

What do you think about this holiday? Are you going to try and keep losing, or is a small weight-gain worth it? What is your goal?

WW Weigh In

First of all, let me WOO HOO intrepid reader, Dawn, who has joined WW Online and will be struggling along with the rest of us. Way to fight the good fight, darlin!

As for me, I wasn't as good this weekend as I might have been. MoVo came over on Friday night and we got hammered, then I had pizza on Saturday because I was hung over. Then there was a T-Giving party last night.

I didn't do as poorly in these cases as I would have before WW, but I also didn't do great. Still:

Weight as of today: 201.0

Weight loss since last weigh-in: 2.6

Total pounds given away since start: 4.4

I'm feeling, if not exactly elated, a little pleased and smug today.

How are you doing this week, fellow weight-loss Peep?

Not Too Shabby - With A Mama's Help

So I missed the weigh-in this week, but I have to tell you that I'm feeling really good about everything.

I did go and visit mom this weekend, but because she's an old hand at WW she had WW-friendly snacks and meals ready to go. I went over my daily allowance a few times, but I don't think I used up all of my flex points for the week.

I'm getting used to consuming less. I still get hungry, but I also get full more quickly so I don't feel like I'm throwing food into a black hole. I actually get FULL.

I've also been off the sugar for two weeks and the change in my mood is remarkable. I'm just... stable. I get mad or sad or happy, but I don't get them all at once and they don't fluctuate wildly. I feel normal. Normal? Me?

The thing that prompted this desperate throwing-myself-at-Weight Watchers was a sudden and unattractive hanging gut. It was the grossest thing I've ever seen and it pulled at my body like a shirt that's too tight.

Well, it's gone. Whatever I've lost, my waist is back and my face is MUCH thinner. I feel better about myself.

Keep it up, me! It's working!

Love,

Me

Fickle, Fickle Digestive System

I'm sure there will be a backlash at some point, but yesterday I ate everything I wanted to and wound up three points under my daily points requirement. Today I had a banana for breakfast and am only now considering adding my usual oatmeal.

I no longer feel starved.

It's so weird. When I ate everything in sight I felt starvation constantly. Now I'm restricting what I eat to a reasonable amount and suddenly I'm not hungry anymore.

Guts are so fucking weird.

A P.S.

Oh, and the reason that I didn't gain wait this past week was those WW candies that I was counting as one point per candy? They are one point per PACK.

So the day I was starving it was because I was actually 7 points under my daily points. 7 points is a meal. I was missing a meal.

DURH.

Wearing My Big Girl Pants

Weight Watcher's Weigh-in today, peeps.

203.6

I've given away 1.8 pounds.

Wallace has a potty book and the final few pages say:

"YAY! I did it! And now I know I can!
I went in the potty and I will do it again!
No more diapers now, I'm as happy as can be,
I get to wear big-kid pants.
I'M SO PROUD OF ME!"

Last week I was in a very bad way, Peeps. It took me a few days to get my act together, and I wasn't true to my points allowance, but I had yet another breakthrough. It's the same breakthrough I've had before, but it's still true.

Without the sugar I'm on such an even keel. Two nights ago I was out and wanted to get Wallace a hair cut. We went to Burger King. I was defiant and full of toddler rage about food. I wanted that Burger King! So I got it.

And when I ate it, I found that while, yeah, it was nice, I actually cared about being healthy more. It immediately ceased being about what Weight Watchers would "let" me have, and started being a more mature, "What do I actually want?" type of thing.

Today I lost 1.8lbs, even with my oopses. This past week I did it, and now I know I can. I stuck with my points some days and I will do it again. No more fatty now, I'm as happy as can be. I can wear my Big Kid pants. I'M SO PROUD OF ME!

Hating What Is Good For Me

I started Weight Watchers last Monday, with my actual following-of-the-diet to begin on Tuesday. Except Tuesday was Jury Duty and Halloween, so that did not exactly go to plan.

Then Wendesday I did okay in the morning, but wound up feeling deprived and put-upon and gorged in the evening. Bye-bye, Wednesday!

Yesterday I was determined to follow my points allwance. Absolutely determined. And I did it. And I can tell you honestly that I don't know when I've ever been that hungry in my whole fucking life.

I had:

1 cup Cheerios - 2pts
1 cup No sugar soymilk - 2pts
1 large apple - 2pts
1 banana - 2 pts
1 sm tub bluberry lowfat yogurt - 3pts
1 pack of "fruities", no sugar candy - 8 pts
2 and a half servings of crock pot dinner (2/3 cup one serving) - 5pts
1 skinny cow ice cream sandwich - 2pts

That all adds up to my point allowance of 26 points.

Now, maybe it's just me, but that looks like a horribly megre amount of food. Where's lunch in that? Was the tub of fuckign yogurt lunch? Because it took me two seconds to eat it and it did nothing about the hunger.

My stomach was actually RUMBLING last night.

But I did it. I stuck to it. It made me crazy like someone going off the herion, but I did it.

And today I'm actually feeling ritious and good. DAMMIT. One day off sugar and I'm no longer experiencing the mood swings. Seriously. How come I cannot stay off it? I'm obviously much happier, not to mention my poor family, when I'm off the sugar and more emotionally stable.

I don't know if I'm ever going to learn this, but I'm going to try.

Today I've had two packets of lowfat oatmeal and a banana, and I'm still feeling ritious.

Cross your fingers for me, peeps. This is fucking HARD.