So I am trying to take a little more control of my, um, intake, and can’t seem to find the will power or discipline to do it by myself anymore. And being nearly north of 35 doesn’t seem to help, nor does my fondness for chalupas, or wine. And this last 10 pounds is starting to tick me off, so I sought professional help. Weight Watchers. I’m thinking the Flex System sounds pretty good. Eat what you want, within reason. Each portion of each food carries a certian point value, and you add them up all day and enter it on your tracker thing on line, and it does all the work for you. Ha. It doesn’t cook, shop, or smack me when I waver, but it does show me, in black and red, when I’m off. If I’m honest. Which really is ugly sometimes when it’s staring right back at you from the screen. So I try to be.
I get all set up on line, and see that for what I weigh, and what I want to weigh, I get 20 points per day. Hey, 20, that’s not bad. Til I see one egg is like, 3. And one protein shake is 5. And one stupid cup of some no fun lean beef casserole thing with whole wheat noodles is 8. Sure, I can eat aaannything I want, as long as it is in thimble sized portions. Brownies? Sure. Get out your scale, and measure out a whopping .4 of an ounce. Go for it. Induuuulge. Enjoy. My Mom’s famous sausage balls? Yep. I can have 1/32 of one. And chew to my heart’s delight. And take 4 points off my daily allowance. Wine? Oh, yes. This is why this plan suits me so well. But one glass is equal to about 1/3 my entire daily intake. Gives new meaning to drinking my dinner.
Today is day 6. I think I’d dropped one pound, which is probably from peeing constantly due to the 27 glasses of water suggested each day. But last night was Bunco around here. A fabulous dice game made up simply as an excuse to leave the children with the husbands, and sample 7 new martini recipes. Wanna make sure you get at least of sip of each, so you can compare notes. I liked the White Martini, not too sweet, not too dry. Kind of citrusy. But I helped our hostess clean out her shaker by finishing off the Orange Martini, which was really too sweet for my taste, but I didn’t want to be rude, or unhelpful. She needed that shaker to get started on the Cosmos. Just doing my part to keep things running smoothly. Which kind of created the problem. I had rushed out the door, without eating a Point Acceptable Dinner. So after doing my party duty, it was only prudent to stop for snacks. A wise woman doesn’t over imbibe on an empty stomach. And I also realized I was pretty darn hungry. All that dice throwing. So here’s the rub. There were no carrots. No celery. No 0 point veggie soup. But there was a giant crock pot of velveeta queso dip. And fritos. I love velveeta queso dip. And fritos. And I was hungry. And maybe a teensy bit under the influence. Again, only trying to help our hostess. So today, I can’t quite figure out what to put in my tracker. Exactly how many points is half a crock pot of velveeta queso and untold numbers of fritos? How do I track that?
