One week of Weight Watchers down; the rest of my life to go! Okay, I say that in half jest because yes, I know Weight Watchers is not a diet – it is a lifestyle change – and I am trying oh so hard to embark on it.
I think I’m off to a good start. According to the scale this morning, I lost 12 point something pounds this past week. Now, that is a bit too drastic and shocking … so much so that I wasn’t jumping up and down on the scale like they do in the commercials. I’m wondering if my brand new bathroom scale is a little off kilter. My boyfriend insists it’s accurate but who wouldn’t want a scale that under-weighs you to be? So while I am happy that I dropped some weight – for which, by the way, Weight Watchers rewarded me by lowering my daily point allowance – I would like to see what the scale says next week.
Of course if I lose 12 more pounds this week, I probably have some health issue to worry about…
Anyway, 12 pounds or not, this week was a pain in the @$$. Not on the type of food per se. Believe it or not, I am actually a relatively healthy eater. I’m a big fan of salads with, like, actual vegetables in them, and I love most fruits. In fact, I love raspberries so much that if there is a heaven, and I’m lucky enough to make it there, it will have raspberries. Lots and lots and lots and lots of raspberries. I could eat bananas everyday and a nice ripe watermelon is a slice of perfection. I tend to stay away from fried foods, sweets, and most junk foods, as well as red meat.
So, no, my problem is not the type of food. It’s the quantity. I eat wayyyy too much in a single sitting. A whole Chipotle burrito down the hatch in one take. A salad serving bowl full of spaghetti with meat sauce. An entire packet of ravioli for one meal. You get the idea.
Now, I’m eating 1/4 of what I had been eating last week. I sit down in the evening with my little half cup of whole black beans on top of a half cup of organic brown rice with 2 teaspoons of fat free salsa, and I’m not going to lie, I’m still hungry after eating it. The food is good, I will admit. In fact, I have been pleasantly surprised by how much I have enjoyed the meals themselves.
For example, I haven’t eaten oatmeal since the day before never. I always thought I didn’t like it. Then I tried it again this past week, and wow. It’s actually pretty good. Especially if I make it with almond milk instead of water and I throw in a half cup of berries. I would even go so far as to say yummmmm.
I also tried quinoa for the first time. I always thought quinoa was an exotic vegetable that only food snobs eat. I had no idea it was a grain and that it is actually quite tasty! I have really enjoyed it with my frozen veggie burger patties and my half a cup of whole black beans.
But man … I feel hungry all the time. I am trying to combat the tummy growls with both morning and afternoon snacks – those that are worth less than 2 points on Weight Watchers so things like fruit, edamame, and popcorn – and I have upped my coffee intake to something like 2 pots a day now (and black coffee with 1 tbsp of creamer is only worth 1 point!), but they are only temporary fixes. Within 20 – 30 minutes, I’m hungry again.
So I’m drinking lots of water. I have drunk enough water this week to sink the Titanic all over again and my toilet and I have gotten quite close.
But I know I just have to hang in there. My body will adjust to the smaller volume of food sometime … I hope. I’ll keep chugging the sparkling water (I find the carbonation gives me a feeling of being full) until that bright day comes.
The other thing I missed this week? Wine. Oh so wonderful and glorious wine.
Now, I have to clarify that I gave up wine before I went on Weight Watchers. The last night I had any alcohol was New Year’s Eve, and I gave it up because, just like the food I eat, I drink wayyy too much wine. I was a 2 or 3 glasses a night kind of gal, so not only was I drinking more calories in an evening than I’m eating all day these days, but I just felt like blech.
Imagine the zombies from The Walking Dead … that was me after four straight nights of drinking wine. I lurched around, dragging one foot behind me, breathing through my mouth, and functioning mentally at a brain stem level. I knew I had to cut it back. And because I don’t trust myself to only have one glass of wine when a bottle is open, I have cut it out entirely (for the time being).
And prior to Weight Watchers starting this past week, I was actually doing great without the wine. I have felt soooo much better during the day – much more energized and alert – and every night I fall into deep, wonderful, beautiful, zombie-defeating sleep that lets me wake up feeling refreshed and ready to go.
Which is the argument I’m having with myself as I struggle to not start drinking wine again. I’m trying to remind myself of how good it feels not to drink it. And it has actually worked. I haven’t given into the craving yet. But a craving it has been this past week especially.
Let’s hope that goes away too.