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 . . .