Confession time: Week 2 of Operation Get Out of Fat Pants didn't go so hot.
Weight loss? Zero. None. Stalled.
I'm actually wiping my brow in relief over this, believe it or not. My family visited this week and when I'm with my girls (Yaya and Auntie Ash) we live up to our reputation of eating anything and everything that's not nailed down. On Tuesday we went to Disneyland and I truly WENT FOR IT and had an EIGHTY-TWO point day (I get 43 points a day and 49 weekly points). And that's not even mentioning the break-and-bake cookies we ate two nights in a row with extra ice cream. And let's not forget the fried fish sandwich with extra tartar sauce and a huge slice of American cheese. Should I mention that I think the bun also might have been buttered? And that YES, I had fries with that?! And then came home and ate ice cream that had the words "Butterfinger" and "Explosion" in the title?! I'm sure you're not surprised to hear that I was teetering on the edge of barfing as I went to bed that night, scarfing Tums and sipping water and praying for mercy (or death) as I sweated onto my pillow. Ugh.
Then this weekend I pawed through my closet helplessly, looking for a pair of pants with a button and a zipper that might fit me. I came away with the same old stretchy yoga pants that have become my necessary uniform. Size 14 is too big, size 12 is too small. I grumbled and complained in near shock when I saw a photo of the broad side (and I do mean BROAD) of my butt in those same, forgiving but not forgetting, yoga pants.
Something is seriously wrong with me.
So I guess we can call this week the week I skated by and didn't have a heart attack and as a side bonus didn't gain five pounds back even though I really deserved it.
My resolve is renewed. I'm freaking sick of my every thought being consumed by what I might get to eat next. My cabinet is stocked with light Progresso soups and diet hot chocolate. My freezer is bursting with Weight Watchers frozen treats. I am eating a banana and sipping on a glass of water as I type this and my next order of business is to count my WW points. I am so done with these yoga pants. I'm done doing the laundry four times a week so I don't have to go out in public in my pajama pants. I am tired of being a slave to food. It's time for a role reversal.
How are YOU doing with your weight loss? How do you keep yourself on the wagon when it's challenging and there are cookies?