December 20, 2008
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I made an awful pig of myself this week. Normally I go to my Weight Watchers meeting Saturday mornings, but today I couldn't bring myself to go and get weighed. I know I did poorly. I don't need the numbers staring back at me to tell me that. My parents gave us a huge pile of sweets and a large tub of cheese popcorn and I went crazy. Let me preface this by saying that I hate chocolate normally, but when it is in truffle form I can't help myself. I ate like 10 or 12 in one day...and that's like 20 points right there. Plus I kind of just ate whatever I wanted and stopped paying attention to what I should be eating for a week. Maybe it was because it was finals week but I just didn't even want to think about keeping track of my points. I just wanted to relax and that's what I did. Consequently I'll really be working hard this week to eat right.
I will say that eating a bunch of chocolate and cheese popcorn after eating lots of vegetables and fruits and lean meats makes your stomach turn something fierce and I would prefer never to repeat that. I like the way healthy foods make me feel and sometimes I forget that and eat 8 or 9 cups of fake powder cheese covered popcorn.
On the upside this week I also went to the gym for a total of 5 hours, going over the 3.5 hours (30 minutes a day) that Weight Watchers suggests. I ran, lifted weights, played racquetball, and generally had a great time and I guess that sort of makes up for all those truffles that I crammed in my mouth. Plus I helped someone else have the courage to go to the gym and that would still have been worthwhile regardless of how much food I ate besides.
And! I bought pants! Just one pair but it's a start. They are so cute and tan and I can wear flats with them and they don't drag the ground and they come up to my belly button so my ass doesn't hang out when I sit down and I'm so glad I finally have a pair of pants that I can wear without feeling like I look retarded. Also, they are 3/4s!! I don't really think I lost that much weight and I've never been anything smaller than a 7/8 in my life, so I am going to assume that my being a 3/4 is somehow related to some kind of conspiracy to make women feel better about themselves by increasing the amount of fabric used at each size level. I can't be a legitimate 3/4. It's impossible.
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