Diets suck
Well, since I lost my workout partner (thanks to her asshat ex husband), I decided to bite the bullet and actually *gasp!* go on a diet.
I hate diets. I can't stay on them. I have the willpower of a starving person at a buffet.
Oh, I start the day out okay. Bran cereal. Fruit and yogurt. Low fat fruit smoothies.
Lunch gets a little dicey. If I stick with what I bring for lunch, I'm okay. Usually some form of chicken, some veges, some fruit or carrot sticks. Typical boring stuff. However, there are many times I hear the siren call of Taco Bell or Burger King, and I find myself in the drive-thru, ordering nachos or a whopper jr with cheese and extra pickles.
Along about 2:00 PM is when everything goes to hell in a handbasket. I start looking for goodies. My boss leaves a bowl of mini chocolate candies on her desk. If anyone has had morning meetings, they'll leave the leftover donuts or bagles in the kitchen. Or, if I'm really in a bad way, there's always the vending machine from Hell downstairs. It's filled with all varieties of chips, cookies, and candy a muncher like myself needs to add extra poundage to the hip area.
By the time I get home, all bets are off. Kidlet made cookies? At least two will be downed before dinner. Bad day at work? Who needs broiled chicken and veges? I say lets cook up some bratwurst and macaroni and cheese to make those workday blues go away. And we cannot forget the drink or two (or four) if I'm feeling particularly pissy about certain coworkers. And what dinner would be complete without some kind of dessert after? Not my dinner, that's for sure! Let's dish up the pistachio ice cream - at least two scoops to make a proper dessert!
Now, I'm staring Summer in the face, dreading asking friends over for swim parties, because it means I have to show up in a swim suit. So, I'm attempting to do the Weight Watchers points thing. I'm not actually going to Weight Watchers. That entails spending actual time out of my day, and paying money to people to tell me how fat I am. Sorry - not going to happen. A wonderful coworker has all the information from when she was on the diet (and she followed it and looks FABULOUS!), and she has given it to me.
I know I am supposed to stay under 24 points. I know that when I want that Whopper Jr with cheese and extra pickles . . . 11 points. Nachos? 10 points per serving (I didn't ask how many servings are in an order - I didn't want to know). But, I can still eat them. I just have to not eat much else the rest of the day.
If I seem extra grumpy for the next few weeks, you'll know why. However, after that, I should start looking even more fabulous than I do now.
So hopefully this . . . .
I hate diets. I can't stay on them. I have the willpower of a starving person at a buffet.
Oh, I start the day out okay. Bran cereal. Fruit and yogurt. Low fat fruit smoothies.
Lunch gets a little dicey. If I stick with what I bring for lunch, I'm okay. Usually some form of chicken, some veges, some fruit or carrot sticks. Typical boring stuff. However, there are many times I hear the siren call of Taco Bell or Burger King, and I find myself in the drive-thru, ordering nachos or a whopper jr with cheese and extra pickles.
Along about 2:00 PM is when everything goes to hell in a handbasket. I start looking for goodies. My boss leaves a bowl of mini chocolate candies on her desk. If anyone has had morning meetings, they'll leave the leftover donuts or bagles in the kitchen. Or, if I'm really in a bad way, there's always the vending machine from Hell downstairs. It's filled with all varieties of chips, cookies, and candy a muncher like myself needs to add extra poundage to the hip area.
By the time I get home, all bets are off. Kidlet made cookies? At least two will be downed before dinner. Bad day at work? Who needs broiled chicken and veges? I say lets cook up some bratwurst and macaroni and cheese to make those workday blues go away. And we cannot forget the drink or two (or four) if I'm feeling particularly pissy about certain coworkers. And what dinner would be complete without some kind of dessert after? Not my dinner, that's for sure! Let's dish up the pistachio ice cream - at least two scoops to make a proper dessert!
Now, I'm staring Summer in the face, dreading asking friends over for swim parties, because it means I have to show up in a swim suit. So, I'm attempting to do the Weight Watchers points thing. I'm not actually going to Weight Watchers. That entails spending actual time out of my day, and paying money to people to tell me how fat I am. Sorry - not going to happen. A wonderful coworker has all the information from when she was on the diet (and she followed it and looks FABULOUS!), and she has given it to me.
I know I am supposed to stay under 24 points. I know that when I want that Whopper Jr with cheese and extra pickles . . . 11 points. Nachos? 10 points per serving (I didn't ask how many servings are in an order - I didn't want to know). But, I can still eat them. I just have to not eat much else the rest of the day.
If I seem extra grumpy for the next few weeks, you'll know why. However, after that, I should start looking even more fabulous than I do now.
So hopefully this . . . .
will look a little more like this . . . 
posted by Callie | 5/27/2009 11:55:00 AM
8 Comments:
I like the picture I posted more!
you can do it!
the hardest thing for me to cut out is the nighttime snacking, but if you can do that, more than half the battle is won.
Mystic - I like the picture you posted more, too. Unfortunately, I can't post that from work, as it might be considered "pornography".
Slyde - thank you. Yes, the nighttime snacking is what's killing me. I stocked up on fruits, but let me tell ya - an apple is no substitute for a cookie.
I'm cheering you on, Callie m'dear!!!!!
YOU CAN DO IT!
But I will say it because you know I love you... you are gorgeous just as you are. *hugs*
Also... that picture on the bottom is how I see you in my head, since I think I saw more pictures of you from around that time and it stuck for me. LOL.
After reading the first part of your post I was going to recommend you trying Weight Watchers points diet, but you already found it.
I never have needed to diet, but people in my wife's family have too and the points diet is very good, and it will work as long as you follow the rules.
The reason it is so good is the reason why other diets are so bad. Other diets deny food and force a life of crazy weird tasteless food. Who wants to live the rest of their life eating boiled chicken and not sweets, even if they are thin?
The points diet is so good because it teaches people how to eat healthy. And yes even cheese burgers are healthy if eaten in the proper portion, with other food to go with it. The points diet does not deny food, but just makes you justify eating chocolate by showing how many points could be used instead to have a huge dinner.
The best thing is that even after you get tired of counting points you will have a good idea about what you should eat, and how much to eat of it. So a person on the points diet becomes a better person after the diet is over, whereas a person on the other kinds of diets have no better chance as staying fit than before when the diet started.
Thank you Stephie! Yes, the bottom pic was taken from around the time I was frequenting "our" boards. LOL.
Ookami - that's what my coworker who turned me onto this plan says, as well. She was on it for two years, and she instinctively knows how much of what she can have, and what she has to substitute out for her indulgences. It's much better than eating nothing but meat or nothing but rabbit food for ages.
I will have to go find those ole barn shot pics. If the want porno will give um porno...Now that I have your attention...You look so cool framed.
i am comforted by the notion that i am not the only one with an inability to turn down taco bell.
by the way, have you ever looked at the nutritional values on a pack of flour tortillas? i tend to go with the wheat variety when cooking mexican food at home.....
good luck with the diet. i made the mistake of getting on a scale the other day and realized i'm heavier than i thought i was. thankfully, the last time i was seen in public in my bathing suit, no one tried to harpoon me, so i guess i must not be showing it too badly....
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