It's been nearly a two-week slump I've been in. My eating has been, well, BAD. I've made very poor food choices. I've been to Del Taco, California Pizza Kitchen, Dominos Pizza, and that mexican food joint that's been haunting me since before I began WW (Casitas Tacos al Carbon); I've had soda and Snickers bars and cupcakes and Slurpees. With the exception of breakfast and lunch at work, I've been essentially off-program.
I haven't been logging my food intake. Last week, after my weekly weigh-in (up only a shocking 0.6 lbs.), I chose not to stay and sit through the meeting and instead went and got myself not one, but two burritos. I haven't been a healthy shopper - my grocery shopping altogether has gone on hiatus, which is really, really bad - because there's nothing more likely to make a dieter go off-program than an unstocked refrigerator.
This morning, I had several compliments from co-workers about how "skinny" I'm looking lately. I'm hopeful that these remarks will help me get back on track, back on program, and back to losing.
I feel like my body is fighting my will - like my body wants to be losing weight, yearns to be feeling fitter and trimmer and stronger. But something in my spirit just isn't as "into it" - and that little devil on my left shoulder is constantly whispering "mmmm... sour cream..." into my left ear. But my body keeps trying to burn the calories, en masse.
So, right now, I'm making a deal with my body - I will not ingest the horrible, junky foods that make it feel like a junkie getting a fix (I'll save my post-burrito story for another entry), and I'll attend my Weight Watchers meeting tonight and go to the grocery store afterwards and log all my points and get some activity in and start drinking gallons of water again... I promise.
Posted by weezgrrl at May 18, 2004 10:07 AM