I was doing so great on WW. For a day.
Yesterday I did pretty well, I didn't "strictly" count points, but I still remember most of the point system from when I counted points after having Porter, so I kind of mentally tallied my intake.
Today, I started out ok. I declined the yummy 4 points per 1/2 cup batter pancakes that Porter suckered me into making for him for breakfast, although I did munch popcorn and a slushy at Target at lunchtime. I had a slice of pizza for lunch (not healthy, but was I think 7 points?). I ate a banana for a snack this afternoon, chugged some water and for dinner ate 1cup spaghetti with sauce and a thin slice of garlic bread. No problem... I should be within my point limit, right? I figured I'd munch a few strawberries this evening for a fruity snack.
Enter Diet Crasher.
Ryan brought home a "surprise" for me. Left a bag of Peanut Butter M&M's on my desk. Sweet, don't you think.... except I.Started.Weight.Watchers.YESTERDAY. Grr.
I was going to pass them up. I did. For a few hours. Then I started crashing... I was tired. Exhausted. I wanted to go to bed but it was only 9pm and I had a to-do list to tackle.
Enter: Caffeine and Chocolate.
I poured a glass of Diet Coke and busted open that bag of M&M's. Adios willpower.
Since we're camping this weekend (Thurs-Sun) I know I'll be eating smores and hot dogs and crap all weekend... so I'm going to just try to eat within reason this week, and next Monday buckle down. This will be my "ease into dieting" week... right? HAHA!