One of my most favorite apps is Horoscope.fr. 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!):
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 Horoscope.fr, 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.