So last week I found out I lost a little over five pounds. I was thrilled but a little worried. After all this is the week of Christmas and that means tons of food. I've been playing with my points this week decreasing the amount I eat and then increasing the next day in the hopes of keeping my metabolism working. Today was my biggest challenge. We had a holiday party at work and the smorgasbord of food was overwhelming.
Even so, I planned to eat as healthy as possible. I piled on the raw veggies and fruit and planned on eating the turkey another person brought in. Unfortunately, another co-worker brought in burgers from the In-N-Out Burger across from our building. I didn't feel I could turn it away since it was one of the few items that couldn't be packed up and reheated. Also, it was presented to me as a gift and not a food option.
I ate it and it was pretty good. But for 13 points it was hardly worth it. The rest of the day I ate smarter and piled on the power veggies and fruits. I realize that life is always going to throw me challenges and that I'm going to have to deal with it. Today I think I did pretty well and I hope I continue to do so in the future.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Back on Track
This week of WW was a bit of a game changer. The top people at WW decided to tweak the point system a bit, again. Let's see it used to be the lowest you could go was 18 points, then it was 29 and now it's 26. The good thing is that I and anyone else doesn't have to stick to 26 points. Instead you can hover between 26 and 29 and use the remaining three points and be on track. I wasn't sure how my body would take it. But on Monday I thought well, why not?
This whole week I focused on eating mindfully and eating 26 points. It turned out that three measly points were simply that, measly. If I got hungry I added more fruit or water. I asked myself "Am I hungry or am I tired, bored, sad, or stressed?" Those three points didn't matter. When I wanted a piece of chocolate I allowed it and I felt fine.
I went through the whole week this way and upped my activity. On my weigh in I found I had lost the weight I gained the previous week. It was so simple and I never felt deprived. Losing weight is still slow going but I think I can live with it now. And knowing that I think I will stick with it.
This whole week I focused on eating mindfully and eating 26 points. It turned out that three measly points were simply that, measly. If I got hungry I added more fruit or water. I asked myself "Am I hungry or am I tired, bored, sad, or stressed?" Those three points didn't matter. When I wanted a piece of chocolate I allowed it and I felt fine.
I went through the whole week this way and upped my activity. On my weigh in I found I had lost the weight I gained the previous week. It was so simple and I never felt deprived. Losing weight is still slow going but I think I can live with it now. And knowing that I think I will stick with it.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
One step forward
Although, I've been on the Weight Watchers points plus program for four weeks now it is still technically week three for me. I was supposed to head to my third weigh-in after the Thanksgiving holiday and move onto week four. But my husband and I decided to visit his family in Midland the Friday after Thanksgiving. I tried to avoid all temptation. During the holiday at my grandparents' house I ate light and only had a slice of low cal pumpkin pie. Satisfied, I thought I can handle this.
But once we hit the road to Midland I grew uneasy. I did well, I thought but something about making that five hour road trip always causes me to have problems in the digestive arena. We gave a heads up to my mother-in-law that I was back to counting points. She bought pizza for dinner the night we arrived. I tried to make light of it and had a slice of pizza. I loaded my plate with fruit and other vegetables. The rest of our time in Midland consisted of good home cooked food I love but was now fearful of.
When we got back I was determined to exercise or exorcise the holiday out of me. I started jogging. I drank more water and less coffee. And I watched my points. Nonetheless I was still disappointed to find I had gained 0.8 pounds at my next weigh in. I sighed and shook my head, got angry, and despaired.
I realize it's a small amount 0.8 lbs. But for me every week that I don't lose is a huge failure for me. I try to be realistic. I know losing weight doesn't happen all at once. Still it's hard to see your numbers go up when in your head you can't wait for them to go down to that magical number so you can finally be that perfect size 8 or 6 or anything that's not a double digit.
I blamed my husband for the weight gain. The stress of the trip and the food made me constipated and irritable and now I had gained instead of lost weight. This is the part my husband fears the most: my disappointment. When I am discouraged or disappointed I want to quit and I fight with everyone to make it OK to do so.
But this time I let it go. After feeling sorry for myself for a while I let the anger and frustration go. There is bound to be more obstacles ahead, a piece of cake, or a meal that my husband brought home that I won't have accounted for. These and many more will all happen at some point or the other. And when they do I will try to make the best decision I can and try to be happy with whatever the outcome.
But once we hit the road to Midland I grew uneasy. I did well, I thought but something about making that five hour road trip always causes me to have problems in the digestive arena. We gave a heads up to my mother-in-law that I was back to counting points. She bought pizza for dinner the night we arrived. I tried to make light of it and had a slice of pizza. I loaded my plate with fruit and other vegetables. The rest of our time in Midland consisted of good home cooked food I love but was now fearful of.
When we got back I was determined to exercise or exorcise the holiday out of me. I started jogging. I drank more water and less coffee. And I watched my points. Nonetheless I was still disappointed to find I had gained 0.8 pounds at my next weigh in. I sighed and shook my head, got angry, and despaired.
I realize it's a small amount 0.8 lbs. But for me every week that I don't lose is a huge failure for me. I try to be realistic. I know losing weight doesn't happen all at once. Still it's hard to see your numbers go up when in your head you can't wait for them to go down to that magical number so you can finally be that perfect size 8 or 6 or anything that's not a double digit.
I blamed my husband for the weight gain. The stress of the trip and the food made me constipated and irritable and now I had gained instead of lost weight. This is the part my husband fears the most: my disappointment. When I am discouraged or disappointed I want to quit and I fight with everyone to make it OK to do so.
But this time I let it go. After feeling sorry for myself for a while I let the anger and frustration go. There is bound to be more obstacles ahead, a piece of cake, or a meal that my husband brought home that I won't have accounted for. These and many more will all happen at some point or the other. And when they do I will try to make the best decision I can and try to be happy with whatever the outcome.
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