One week in

Today is official weigh-in day. A friend of mine also on WW gained two pounds on his first week. He's handling it well. I won't. So wish me luck.

I did pretty well overall. Had some rough spots but I didn't binge out or break down and go to McDonalds or anything. The worst was maybe eating a bit too much at a buffet and and extra serving of some long grain rice last night.

I did discover the cucumbers and salsa make a nice snack and/or alternative to a salad. Biggest challenge is still drinking water. Blah. I'm using Crystal Light packs for now until I can stomach plain water. Also that Mio stuff isn't bad either.

I'm craving pizza for some reason. I might endulge in a slice tonight for dinner. Working next to a bakery has its up and downs but it usually has something whole wheat available so that's my breakfast this morning. A whole wheat peach muffin.

Very tired today but I'm sure it's from lack of good sleep (granddaughter hit her head last night and I was up every hour checking on her). Took a water pill today. Yes, I admit, some of it's because of weigh in but honestly I'm swelling up from this high heat.

I only hope losing some weight helps the energy level. I'm so tired all the time.

However, good news...I have not needed tums nor Prilosec since last week.

WW meeting is at 6 p.m. Wish my luck!

Everything is better after a buffet

Being at home on the weekends makes this diet thing hard. I tend to eat out of boredom. More so than stress. I've done OK but it's hard keeping track of points because I don't have the points figured out for a lot of the food at home. My points calculator isn't working. Gotta bring it back Tuesday. I went to a buffet today. Yeah, not a good idea. I tried to make decent choices but I'm sure I ate too much. Wonder how many points sushi is? Or Crawfish? I need to look that up ... Other than that it was a lazy day. My son isn't feeling well and the baby, my granddaughter, had a tick. My mom is in ICU with pnemonia. She's 81 but she seems to be doing better. So lots of stress going on and I've had urges to just eat something. But I've managed to avoid it. I've been way hungry for some reason today too. Like honest hunger pains. But they seem better after the buffet..imagine that..lol

Ihop is less nommy

Oxford got an IHOP and it was greatly anticipated because we don't really have any 24hour places here worth mentioning. And of course, pancakes. It opened Tuesday. Amanda and I went last night and I'm pretty proud of myself. However, I have to admit, eating healthy at IHOP just seems...wrong.

They do have a Smart Healthy menu or something like that. I got the grilled ginger balsmatic (however that's spelled) chicken with a side salad (light ranch and I dipped my salad versus dumping the whole little container in) and broccoli. I did ask for a pad of butter because the broccoli was tasteless. But a little butter and some pepper and it was much better. The chicken was really good actually. Has a ton of mushrooms, onions and diced tomatoes on it and it was moist.

My daughter, who is also on WW, got some wheat french toast with fake eggs and turkey bacon.

I didn't leave hungry but I did leave feeling a bit cheated. I wanted pancakes. And cheese fries. And a huge hamburger.

After getting home, I discovered Bri had cooked dinner. Chicken, baked, mashed potatoes and veggies. I didn't want to hurt her feelings so later on I hate a thigh and some veggies ...

OK I ADMIT IT! I had some mashed potatoes too...*sighs*

But all in all I still stayed within my alloted points for the day.

Now comes the weekend. That's the hard part. Wish me luck.

Woot, Coke is 4 points

I love Coke. The drinking kind. This isn't the 80s anymore. I learned yesterday that a 12-ounce can of Coke is only 4 points! Considering I get 50 to start, that's like a whole 12 pack! Just kidding. But it's nice to know that once in awhile when I really feel like it, I can have a Coke. Which makes me feel better about this whole diet thing. I'm guessing it's not so much of a "life style change" as it is just tweaking it. I can still have things I enjoy, just less of them and less often.

So far this morning I've had a WW muffin and grapes and some green tea. I need to eat more today. I only had 29 of my 50 points yesterday and I felt horrible by 9 p.m. Ate a bagel thin with some low fat cream cheese and felt way better within minutes.

I bought some groceries last night and got some more food stuffs to have on hand so that should help.

I did grab a chicken tender from Bri's plate as a tornado about went over my house. It was almost instinctive. Weird how our mind works. "Torando? Time for tenders!" Like, WTF. But I'm sure one tender didn't erase the whole day.

So obviously, the last attempt failed and I quit using this blog a year ago. Like I said, this whole weightloss thing has never worked well for me. But I have gotten back on the horse once again and joined Weight Watchers last night with my daughter, Amanda, who bribed me to join.

The name of this blog is pretty self explanitory -- I don't like dieting. Lifestyle change? Let's be honest, it's a damn diet. I know calling it a lifestyle change makes it sound less painful and more positive but I've been dealing with weight issues all of my life and I'm no stranger to "diets." There is no other way to lose weight than count calories or points, whatever name they are given. I can't eat a 12 oz steak or a bowl of ice cream or a big ol' plate of lasagna. I can have a 6 oz steak, a cup of fro-yo and a 2x4 piece of lasagna. I have to stop drinking coke and drink more water which I hate. I'm hoping that new squeezy drink enhancer stuff will help.

In the past, I've attempted to lose weight because I wanted to. I mean, I needed to, but I didn't really believe that. Now, after seeing recent photos, I realized I need to. And I don't want to. I admit it. I'm lazy and doing all the work that needs done, exercise and counting points, is just more brain power I'd rather not spend.

But there's no doubt, that if I don't do this, I will die and early death. And now I have a granddaughter that I love more than life that I wish to see grow up. Being just 43, I can see her grow up and then some if I can live past 70. I also have another grandchild on the way. My kids, even though adults, still need me. And I'm not ready to go anywhere yet.

A large man who I knew casually died at 53 last week. I don't want to be dead at 53. I can't make any guarantees, but at least I can try to do what I can to help keep me here on earth.

So...here we go again...