counting points

well, i must say, my first week on weight watchers was not nearly as painful as i had imagined it to be. i pictured getting a daily allowance of 3 points to "use wisely" and having to decide between the bare lettuce salad and the 3 oz of fish because, let's face it, i couldn't have both on the diet. but no. no, i have eaten like a king (queen, i suppose) this past week. my menu has included spinach and feta stuffed chicken breasts and chicken enchilada soup. green vegetable minestrone and creamy chicken and spinach pasta. there is nothing "diety" about this diet, and i love it. not only do i get yummy foods, but folks, i can drink a beer a night and have an ice cream sandwich (for 2 points people. 2 points!) and still have more points than i know what to do with. if this isn't a diet designed with me in mind, i don't know what is.

to top it all off, i also get to geek out over the tracking of the points online. i would like to say that i am casual about updating, and get to it when i can, but let's be honest here. this is me. i run right over to the computer or access it on my phone (i wish i was joking) and update as soon as i am done eating. i love seeing the "points used" and "points left" and... oh it is just sick. but i will say, it has made me more aware of what i am putting in my body.

and as a result i have lost four pounds. that does not speak highly of what i was putting in my body before this (eek) but on the upside, at least i now have my trusty-rusty points to help guide me.

a new direction, perhaps

well. i think it's safe to say that we are all aware of the fact that my gym-going plans have gone straight out the window. sadly, any weight loss i had experienced while torturing myself on the elliptical disappeared as well. sigh.

i won't make excuses, at least not many. but i will say that i quickly discovered that it's hard to go to the gym when you work all day and have a child. putting him in a daycare right after you pick him up from one seemed wrong. the parental guilt i felt definitely outweighed my desire to be a size 2. perhaps this winter i'll rejoin, when it's so cold that we can't go outside and play anyway, and he can run and jump and climb things there. we'll see.

fear not though! until then, i have decided to try my hand at weight watchers. i've known quite a few people that have done well on it, and figured, what the heck. today is my first day with the points, and the counting, and the planning, and i must say it hasn't been bad. i thought i might balk at the idea of having to give a number to every little thing i ate, or feared that the numbers would add up so quickly that i would be left with 0 points by noon, and ready to chew my own arm off. i was delighted to find out that was not so. in fact, i had enough left over at the end of the day to drink a beer and have a small bowl of orange sherbet, with points to spare. i definitely was more aware of what i was putting in my mouth today, so we'll see how this goes.

and, since the title of this blog is "fat girl running" i'll try to get out there and keep moving too. noah loves walks, so hopefully we can get some of that in in the evenings. that way, i can continue to amaze you with my lack of grace and agility, and this blog will not turn into "fat girl dieting" which, i think we all know, can be a very grumpy, unpleasant girl indeed.