Somehow I made it through 27 years without having a Ding Dong, a fact which Mike determined to remedy as soon as he found it out, and damn if he didn't. We made an emergency stop at a grocery store to pick up a box, and now I can no longer say I've never had a Ding Dong. They're damn good, too.
Recently in eating Category
I'd moved away from microwave popcorn when I started making my own, but Orville Redenbacher's Natural buttery garlic popcorn is enough to reel me back in. This stuff is so good I gave serious consideration to licking the bowl when I was done with the popcorn. SO GOOD.
WW note: this stuff comes in individual serving-size bags and is only one point. <3
One of the advantages of Weight Watchers is that it's making me more adventurous food-wise. I have a spaghetti squash that I'm going to be cooking either tonight or tomorrow, and I'm making a eggplant lasagna dish on Friday, both things I probably wouldn't be trying if I weren't counting points and trying to make the most out of my food choices.
I started Weight Watchers this weekend, and I am extremely excited about it. I love the idea of having more structure to what I eat during the day, I am very goal-oriented (in that I feel fantastic when I achieve a goal, not that I pursue them relentlessly, sadly), and I like things that don't require a ton of thought right off the bat. This program works with all of those, and the fact that I can eat anything I want is a bonus. Granted, if I snarf down two pieces of pizza for breakfast that just about does me in points-wise for the day, so I will have to practice some moderation, but overall it seems like it's a good fit for me. I'm nervous about telling people, though, because, like the parenting class I took last summer, I feel like this is something I will be judged for, and I HATE that. Why should someone look down on me for trying to make myself better? And then I get angry for worrying about what people will think because it is my life. But acknowledging that doesn't make me less hesitant, in fact, I was even reluctant to tell Mike about it! I did tell him, and my mom and sister, too, but that felt horribly awkward, like when I told them I was seeing a counselor. Man, it is so hard for me to admit I'm not perfect.
The one thing I do not like about WW so far is the group aspect. I don't enjoy going to meetings for anything, and I don't need or want a bunch of strangers to give me support or celebrate my progress; I just want to get my materials and get started, thank you, good-bye. This isn't about losing weight - although I was horrified to see the scale stop at 146 on Saturday - it's about being healthier. I have a hard time making good choices when left to my own devices, and this is a good way to motivate me to make better ones.
I have five boxes of Girl Scout cookies (three boxes of Tag-A-Longs, one box of Thin Mints, and one box of Samoas) sitting on my desk, staring at me, and I'm not even the slightest bit tempted by them. Hell is freezing over as I type.
