I don't know why I'm feeling embarrassed about this. Maybe it's my long history of being a bit flighty and impulsive, head in the clouds. In any case, I feel the need to confess my latest impulsive action.
I just mouse-clicked myself into a seven day free trial of weight watchers. I know I've been crabbing about my "diet mentality" lately, but I'm looking at this as more of a way to relearn how to eat properly. My food log has been empty for the past week, and part of that is because I just couldn't bring myself to look at the garbage on the screen. It's bad, my friends. Take today, for instance. Leftover apple crisp for breakfast, Hormel tamales for lunch, Betty Crocker Warm Delights brownie for a snack, and dinner, well dinner wasn't so bad, one chicken thigh (no skin) and about a half cup of risotto with asparagus, and the only thing I had to drink was a half glass of Cream Soda. Now that is seriously FUBAR. I must change my ways, restriction or not, band or not. I can tell if I don't correct my course of action, I'm headed for a significant derailment this month. I'd rather not start off a new year on a sour note. The positive momentum of my earlier inches lost discovery cannot be wasted. I won't let it!
Part of what led me to this is a fellow blogger. I've been reading a lot of Bitch Cakes lately, and that girl is positively inspiring for a million reasons. She posted recently about the new WW program being rolled out, so I checked out the new point system, and I feel like it's worth a try for a week. I can commit to that much. Having my band and losing weight while still eating a bunch of crap does not make me a healthier person. It does not set a good example for my kids. I want more for myself than just losing weight.
I don't know where this will lead, or if I will even continue after the free trial period. I'm done making big sweeping promises, done. I will promise to make an effort and to be persistent, if nothing else.
Let's see if I'm still this fired up in the morning...