Adapting to a new lifestyle is hard. I have been on Weight Watchers since Monday and at times I have been blissfully happy OR downright belligerent. I know this is due to sugar withdrawls and not being to imbibe and eat whatever I want. I miss my daily nightly drinks of Peach Sangria (I’m talking red wine glass size)and noshing on whatever I can get my grubby little paws on after an emotional event. Trust me the past few days have been chock full of them including the transmission on my new “luxury” SUV conking out in the middle of a busy intersection in midtown Manhattan, trying to land a major client and all the hard-work and drama that ensues, and just daily everyday family and life drama. At times I wanted to RUN to my pantry and stuff my face but I stopped myself and asked myself:
What would Weight Watchers do?
Honestly I stop, go to my iPhone, and go to the WW app and plug in the numbers. Seeing that a Peach Sangria would put me back 8-10 points stops me like a deer in headlights. I rather have the food in lieu of liquid pleasures.
I am trying HARD not to obsess over numbers. Last night, I was a wreck. I wanted to have popcorn (yes, only POPCORN and 94 percent fat free popcorn at that) but didn’t want to give in to the paltry three points for a 1/3 of a bag so I drank a huge glass of water and went to sleep. I am trying to save my extra points for Easter! The scale is not moving as much as I want but I need to stop with the obsessive scale tactics because they don’t work and frustrate me more. I am used to seeing the scale drastically go down when I low carb but we see how successful low carbing has been to me. Grimace.
I am SORE from two personal training sessions this week and going to the gym. Zumba Toning almost killed me. Am I this out of shape? Me thinks so.
I weigh in on Tuesday and I want to see LOSS.