For 12 weeks (I actually had to go back in my blog to see when I started) I have been counting points. Today, I have officially reached my goal weight. And since I refuse to pay 12 dollars a week for that super nice (read: mean and stingy) lady at Weight Watchers to weigh me and give me stickers, I can only brag here. I hear that if I had stuck it out with the meetings they would have hooted and hollered and made me a lifetime member. But I think I would owe, like, $108 in missed meetings. Instead, I might just buy myself some $100 shoes as a reward for taking the frugal route. Ohhh, maybe jeans! Or not, since I know that the moment I get all comfortable in my pre-pregnancy size it will be time to grow another baby. I mean, we have a minivan now, and Stu says it would only be prudent to fill it up with progeny. It would be so awesome if Stu and I could take turns with that. He could spend the next 3 years growing, birthing, feeding a baby, losing pregnancy weight, and then it could be my turn again. Much easier on the body, I say.
This has been the simplest, most stress-free, rewarding diet experience of my life. And I’ve been on more than a couple of diets. The weight loss was not fast, but steady (1.3lbs/week). I have actually figured out how to manage my indulgences, because if I couldn’t have them I wouldn’t have been successful. I have proven that I do not need to be a stress-eater anymore, which feels so good.
I have also learned that some restaurants out there are simply out of control. I have had to say goodbye-forever-to Baja Fresh. Sad. I resent them leading me to believe that I was, at least, eating well because it was “fresh”. The point values of almost EVERYTHING on their menu were shocking. I think the salsa and guacamole are the only things I could even consider anymore. Apparently it’s the freshest lard money can buy. My favorite burrito was 1051 calories/51 grams of fat (24 points-my whole day’s allowance). The kid’s menu quesadilla I used to feed Blake was 749 calories/27 grams of fat (16 points). What could they possibly do to that tiny little thing to make it 27 grams of fat?? Anyways, my point is that I was befuddled that the weight wasn’t coming off on it’s own. I no longer wonder. I’ll meet you in my dreams, Baja Fresh.