Chocolate Cake Of Death

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.

Weigh In – Week 13

Hello again! I can’t believe I just finished up my 13th week on Weight Watchers. I’m feeling great about where I am at and what I have accomplished so far. My leg is getting better, still bummed I can’t run but at least I don’t feel like I am kneeling on a railroad spike every time I have to get down on my knees – which is a lot in my job. No I’m not a prostitute, but I am a vet tech; kneeling on the floor to hold big dogs is sort of a requirement! So I think the bones are knitting finally. If I recall correctly today is 2 weeks since my xray was taken. I’m going to give it another week or two and retake the xray to see if I can spot any bony changes indicating healing. So we shall see.

In other news, I had a bit of a rough patch in the latter half of last week, and ended up binging out on crap in my house. I refrained from hitting up Mickey D’s and it was all relatively healthy stuff that I stuffed my face with, but I still went way over my points. So imagine my surprise when I got on the scale Sunday and had a loss! I was down 2.2 this week. Miracle? I think so. That brings my total weight lost to 33.4 pounds in 13 weeks. Which is an average of 2.5 pounds per week or 11 pounds per month. Not bad at all!

I know my weight loss will slow down once I get a little closer to goal and a normalish weight. I accept that, but for the time being I am enjoying losing at the pace I am at. Just hoping my dietary indiscretions from last week don’t catch up with me at this week’s weigh in. I’ll keep you posted.