Archive for the ‘A Lunch that’s not Lean’ Category

One of my most favorite apps is It’s your horoscope, only translated from French, so sometimes things don’t always come across…as intended. A few of my favorites have been when it suggested my hair was dull and lifeless and to remedy this by starting an intensive vitamin regimen, and when it basically told me I had cankles. So, yes, let’s agree, this thing knows me. Knows me so well that here is today’s wellness forecast:


Well, that last part isn’t exactly true, but “gobble down astronomical amounts of food”…spooky.

So, yes, I’m back on Weight Watchers, and I’ve been mostly kicking ass. I’m down 6.8 from the height of my Christmas cookie consumption glory days, my pants are going on with a minimal amount of squats and lunges, and I seem to have lost that attractive fat face look I’m prone to getting in photos.

But old habits die hard, and it’s so easy to assume you have enough weekly points for half of your friend’s movie theater popcorn that you buttered yourself, even using a straw to deliver butter to the lower layers. Hot damn I love movie theater “butter.” The worst part? No, it wasn’t the suffering/sleeping through entirely too much Jar Jar Binks, although easily a very close second. I packed my own snacks and abandoned them entirely. One portion controlled bag of cheese popcorn (4 points pluses), two Cuties (0 points) and one Coke Zero. I’m such an idiot.

And let’s talk yesterday’s lunch. See, yesterday was Valentine’s Day, and Tuesday – realtor open house day. Chicken salad with guacamole (!) in my favorite little garlicky pita day. Mini cupcake day. (Flowers courtesy of my new office manager – so nice!):

Chicken Salad Pita

Ah, actually not so bad, right? Well, I couldn’t wait to eat one of those pitas, so one is absent from the photo as the photographer was busy eating it as fast as humanly possible. Amount of Points? Indeterminate, as I just didn’t care at the moment. And the not caring extended into the evening, when I ate a sensible meal…and then another sensible meal, with a pause for a lot of chips and hummus and capped off by…just guess…cereal. Luckily it was just one of those little boxes, but, still. This is not exactly how you run a clean Weight Watchers program.

So, today is a new day and the true beginning of my WW week. We’ll let last night fall into that weird twilight zone between weighing in and starting the next day/week of points, and sorry, I can still eat quite a bit. I just have to promise to care and promise to track it.

ps Couldn’t Have Said it Better Myself is my favorite Meatloaf song (just over 7 minutes of epicness) AND I’m having meatloaf for lunch. Full circle.

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Well, it’s finally here. The day that I wait for ever year. The glorious day when we finally break into the gigantic bags of candy stored in our office. The day where I eat 4 Reese’s peanut butter cups for breakfast. The day where I can’t decide if I want a mini Kit Kat, Whoppers, a Reese’s Peanut Butter cup or a mini-Hershey’s bar, so I opt to eat them all (and then repeat this transaction a few times).

And, on top of all that disgustingness, I bought a bag of mini Butterfingers the other day…because I love them. So here’s a re-enactment of any givenButterfingers night this week:

5:35 p.m. Walk through the door, throw mail and keys on the counter, eat mini Butterfinger.

5:45 p.m. Change into workout clothes, eat mini Butterfinger on the way out the door to go jogging.

6:30 p.m. Back from jogging, eat mini Butterfinger for job well done.

7:15 p.m. Sensible dinner, followed by two mini Butterfingers.

8:00 p.m. Dessert time! Bowl of vanilla ice cream with crushed up mini Butterfinger on top.

10:00 p.m. Bed time! One last mini Butterfinger to help me go to sleep.

Five GuysVow to get back on track on Monday. I have a wedding this weekend, and a trip to Five Guys planned for Sunday. Oh, and a couple hundred more mini Butterfingers. But, as a good friend and I have agreed, when you’re on Weight Watchers, it doesn’t matter how far off the wagon you’ve fallen, or how deep in a Butterfinger hole you find yourself, you can always get back on and get back on track :)

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As I mentioned before, I didn’t start my diet until Tuesday – meaning that I could live out my food fantasies all weekend long. I stuffed my face with plenty of goodies and “non-lite” alcoholic beverages and ate whenever and whatever I wanted – chips and dip, (real) buttered toast, wedding cake, hamburgers, sweet rolls, potato salad, brownies, pizza – no food was left uneaten. But I chose one last special meal Monday evening before I hopped back on the wagon…something so disgustingly awesome that it makes me shiver in both horror and pleasure…

Can you guess what it was?

Sorry arteries!

Oh yeah, that’s right – chicken, on top of chicken, on top of chicken. I got this exact box, except that in my delirious, chicken-ordering state, I didn’t realize the box came with 2 sides and inadvertently blurted out “coleslaw” when asked what I wanted my sides to be, so I got 2 coleslaws when I really would have preferred 1 slaw and 1 mashed potato. No matter – it was all extremely excellent…the biscuit slathered in butter, the many chicken varieties slathered in bbq and honey mustard.

Don’t worry, I didn’t stop my eating with just that itty bitty 1200 calorie/65 grams of fat meal…later in the evening, when my roommate and I were watching Bachelor Pad (I miss you, Weatherman!), I actually said to her “Don’t let me fall asleep before I eat the leftover macaroni and cheese, apple pie and brownies” that were leftovers from the weekend. When your roommate is waking you up so that you can force more food down before Diet Day, you know you have a very special bond.

As of yesterday, I’m back on track with the diet and exercise, and I expect the only place I’ll be eating extra crispy chicken skin is in my sweet, sweet dreams.

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Lunch on August 17, 2010

Well, the items on the far left and right should be fairly obvious to you fellow dieters. That’s right, snack-sized rice cakes (stale!) and a low-fat chocolate cupcake (real cream filling!). But what are those magnificently greasy items in the middle? And why is something that’s spreading a grease stain the size of Texas being paired with diet-food staples?

I’ll tell you why – because instead of being in my cushy office complete with its own microwave and mini-fridge filled with spray butter, I’ve been relegated to front desk duty while our regular receptionist enjoys some time off. I don’t mind answering the phones and actually like getting to look out of a window from time-to-time, but it’s harder to eat at your own convenience. Today was particularly challenging b/c our office manager was indisposed in meetings of all sorts, and wasn’t able to take the afternoon front desk shift. She did, however, bring in leftover Columbian food from her favorite restaurant in Chicago and invited me to help myself. I’m not sure what the restaurant is called – I’ll have to update when I find it out.

It was almost 3 p.m. before I stole away from the front desk and ran upstairs to take a look at what was in the nondescript Styrofoam container chillin’ in the fridge. Hmmm…a bunch of stuff that looked awesome was what I found. I selected the 2 goodies above, threw those in the microwave, and then added the rice cakes and cupcake to balance everything out.

Imagine my delight when I saw that little fried thing had spread grease through 2 paper plates and entire Famous Footwear catalog! Oh, this is going to be good…

Upon tasting, I identified the greasy thing as an empanada. I’ve eaten enough Taco Bell Caramel Apple Empanadas to know my way around one of those. But instead of having delicious artery-clogging caramel and apple filling, this empanada had delicious artery-clogging pork and potato filling. Score! This little guy confirmed my suspicions – that I’ve never met an empanada I didn’t like.

I’m still at a loss as to what that other little yellow thing is. It was some type of delicious bread that will haunt my dreams. It was slightly sweet and very dense and, although I microwaved the crap out of it so I can’t be sure of its true texture, had the consistency of cold saganaki.

Thanks to my office manager for bringing in my delicious lunch! As soon as she gets back from the police station because of the boot on her car her meeting, I’m sure she’ll tell me what that bread is.

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