I’m really bad at weight watchers. This is all sort of sudden. I didn’t used to be bad at weight watchers.
This weekend was the end of the kids’ school vacation so we honored the occasion by going out to eat twice and even going out for ice cream. I was not good, diet wise, but not too too bad. The ice cream was bad but I didn’t go overboard and I had been backing off on snacks to make room. The dinners out could have been bad but I stuck as close as I could to simply filling foods. I did cave in to eating bread both times. That wasn’t good.
Last night though… last night I redefined “bad”. Last night my behavior would have been bad even if I wasn’t on weight watchers. I had a huge dinner. I mean, off the chain giganticly huge. That was bad. I then tore through a big pile of junk food with an embarrassing abandon. I spoiled a lot of good habits that were starting to develop. I feel bad.
I feel bad, but…
I am putting it behind me. I am not going to let one bad night turn into a bad week. Yeah, I might be considering not weighing in on Saturday, but I would still like to go to the meeting. I need to re-apply the gung-ho feeling I had a few weeks ago. Yesterday is over. Today is a new day. I’m doing it the right way. I fell off the wagon a little bit, but I’m back on and I’m pissed off. No more cheating!
Onward to success!
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