Today was my weigh-in for Weight Watchers (the online version). I've been tracking as well as I can; it's tricky when you're not at home. But most days I've made an effort to faithfully log what I eat.
So far I've lost 3.8 pounds in nine days. I'm happy about this, although I think it's inflated because I was pretty bloated at my initial weigh-in. Also, these are pounds I've been gaining and losing for months now. I'll bust out the HOO AHH when I start seeing new numbers. I need to lose another 1.6 pounds to hit a new low.
But I'm seeing the loss as an encouraging sign.
One thing I'm noticing is that this new Points Plus plan really pushes fruits and veggies. I've been so-so with veggies since my surgery and reallllly bad with fruits, so this is a good thing for me. Right now I'm polishing off six ounces of blueberries. Guess how many points that is? ZERO, bitches. Guess what else is zero points? Artichokes.
I had three great workouts this week, which is good because I won't have any formal workouts next week. On Tuesday I'm taking my five-year-old to Disney World for his "only child" trip - no big brother bossing him around and no little sister bugging him. We'll be walking up a storm, so I'm not worried about missing those gym appointments. I'm a little worried about the food, but I'll make the best choices I can and give it my best guess when I log everything.
I just really need to get a handle on the nighttime eating. Let's break it down:
Problem One: I don't have dinner till the kids are in bed; then my husband and I sit down and eat together around 8.30 pm. When I eat with the kids I find I'm rushing so much to get stuff for them that I often get stuck because I'm not chewing enough or waiting between bites, so I sit with them and just have a glass of water while they eat.
Problem Two: I have a hard time ending my meal. I just want it to go on forever and ever.
Problem Three: Because it's a quiet time in the day and it's when my husband and I can actually talk, nighttime eating has become associated with relaxing.
Problem Four: I often have wine with dinner, so my defenses are down and it's easy to eat more than I should.
Bad habits all around. I'll have to figure out how to find a happy medium here. Additionally, I need to get rid of whatever died in our basement crawl space because the smell is starting to waft up through the floorboards.
(That's unrelated, but it's disgusting enough that I felt it merited a mention.)
Happy Friday everyone!
