Ok so, I have been eating like craaaap lately. My mom baked a chocolate cake (grumble), topped it with homemade frosting (grumble grumble) and then put coconut on top (grumble grumble grumble). Sigh. I have had like 3 pieces this week. Last night as I was eating a piece I told myself, “Self. This is your LAST piece of cake – so enjoy it.. but this is IT.” I put my foot down. Normally I would have given up the whole show by now but I am hanging on by my fingernails. I will NOT give up this time. But I can’t just keep eating all this shit and going over my points and say I’m “still doing WW”. That dog ain’t gonna hunt. So from this moment on I am getting my act together. I am down 35.6 pounds as of last Sunday – although I am pretty darn sure I will be showing a gain this weekend. Unless by some miracle my next 3 days of saintly eating can somehow undo all the damage from early this week – but I am doubtful. I am down to 29 daily points, which is the lowest it will drop, and I am feeling it. Why does 1 stinking point make such a huge difference?? I feel like my 29 points are dust by lunchtime. I need to figure out lower point meals, the days of going to subway and spending 14 points on lunch are long gone. That is one adaptation I need to master that I have been unable to in the past. I try to plan my meals but I falter, how the hell am I sposed to know what I’m going to want 4 days from now? I know I should just toughen up and write something down and stick to it whether I want it or not that day – but I fail to be creative enough to even figure out a meal plan. Ugh – sick of it all.
I was able to follow WW in the beginning without a meal plan, I was able to say NO to temptation – why all of a sudden is it so f-ing hard? All I know is I need to get my head on straight and get back in the game; and not starting tomorrow, or next week – NOW.