Some believe that choosing to use the word ‘sucks’ is a sign of diminished intelligence—that it demonstrates a lack of education, or the ability to make more sophisticated choices. But seriously? When something sucks, you can’t really do it justice by saying it "bodes poorly on the psyche, thusly causing duress, angst and severe dejection." It just sucks, man. End of story.
I think dieting sucks.
Now…on certain days, I am simply livingmybestlife.com. I am powerful. And healthy. And make really smart choices that will enhance my body and soul. Yay!
On other days, I am STARVING.
And yesterday, on the heels of a stupid wine hangover, I ate many things that the last time I checked (which was, in fact, YESTERDAY) aren’t really on the plan. Let’s take a look, shall we?:
For those unfamiliar with how Weight Watchers online works, you get a certain number of points, and then you enter your food intake on this nifty little screen, and you see your victories (or failures) calculated magically right before your very eyes.
And every week, you get daily points, and overflow points, to be used at your discretion, say, when you want to have that extra slice of cake. Or, five more Weight Watchers—what? you can’t quite read on that list? Oh, it says—GIANT FUDGE BARS.
As you can see, as of yesterday, not only have i met my weekly points allowance, but i’ve managed to surpass it by 11.5 points. Could have been the WW fudge bars, which go from 1 point to like 20 when you have more than one. Or the large chunks of Byerly’s parmesan cheese I ate as my after-dinner snack. Or the pine nuts. The bottom line is that I HATE it when that happens, the dreaded point overage thing. And to make matters worse, why do they have to run that number in red? Why not green, or light blue? Red is just so…hurtful.
Also note, in my plan choices yesterday, you will see 13 points for a Snickers bar. Now you may be thinking, "Jesus, Cathy… how big was that bar?" Well, I don’t know. I was just taking a stab at a number because I actually went out last night, and picked up a bag of mini snickers and managed to eat them ALL in one sitting. Nice.
The fact of the matter is, some days, like yesterday, dieting sucks and I wish i were magically thin all the time, and everyone liked me, and I could play the guitar and sing like a freaking bird, and the letters O, C and D were just part of the alphabet and not my personal modus operandi, and I made a huge salary just by taking successive breaths, day in and day out.
But there I go dreamin’ again.