Weight loss efforts are shot. Shot, I tell you.
I worked by the beach and even if I didn’t see it, I could smell it. I walked 10K steps a day. I wasn’t forbidden from leaving when I was hungry or thirsty. I could work from home or Starbucks as needed as long as it wasn’t excessive. I got taken out to lunch and didn’t have to keep an arsenal of snacks in my desk for when I couldn’t recaps at all. Because I always could.
In any event, not here for a pity party but rather to say it out loud.
My portion sizes have not shrunk as my activity diminished/evaporated. And nothing fucking fits right now because of it.
I read a good insight that I need to let sink in. We WW types have trained ourselves to find the lowest-point option for every food. And we use that to totally overdo it with portions.
I know this to be true. I practically gorge on salads. How do you get fatter by eating salads with no dressing, no cheese and no points except for starchy veggies like beans and corn and beets?
Well, yeah.
Went out with friends and they asked how I lost all the weight I did. I joked that I eat vegetarian so I can have wine and cake.
But that is no joke. I eat wine and cake and vegetables. It’s what I love. And Halo Top ice cream, which isn’t sweet and packs a lot of protein.
Halo Top is also my enemy because I can eat a pint for 11-12 points. Which I’m fine with after an egg for breakfast (2 points), lentil chip snack (3-4) and salad (6).
Oh and lentil chips. 12 points for the whole bag. Why not demolish it in one sitting, then?
Maybe I need to stop buying them. Although I did try to give up lentil chips for Lent. That didn’t go so well. I have too much rage.
Mom begged me to eat them again because it calms me down. (Hence why I take a massive bag to work every day.) and finish it while the other 10 people on the team take their hour and I have to ba babysit the inbox.
Anyway. It’s not the food’s fault. Or mine. I just need to make better choices. All around, really.