So, I decided on Wednesday (which is my usual weigh-in day) that I was going to get back on the Weight Watcher's wagon. Usually it is pretty easy for me to get right back into my old groove, but I have to say, this time has been painful. I'm so sick of thinking about food, planning meals, counting points, writing it down, etc. I just wish everything didn't have to revolve around food for me. Plus, I've really gotten back to a place where if I'm not stuffed, I feel like I'm starving. I haven't gained any weight back yet, but I haven't been very good at exercising or being disciplinary with my food.
If we go anywhere or do anything the first thing that pops in my brain is "Where are we going to eat? How many points would that be?" Aaaaaarrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh. Why can't I just wake up and be thin one day?
So, anyway, one of the reasons I started Weight Watcher's in the first place is because I went to Lagoon (a semi-local amusement park) for a birthday party in 2006. I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to ride some of the rides, but I thought I could find something that would accomodate me. Well, I couldn't ride anything except the sky tram that takes you across the park. Boring, frustrating, embarrasing, angering, you name it. My emotions ran the gamut that day. I made everyone else's day miserable because I was so upset, angry, and hurt. I swore I would come back and ride every last one of those rides some day.
I would like for that day to be this year. I'm not sure if I can do it. But, each time I thought of eating something bad today, the word "Lagoon" flashed in my head. And I stopped. Hopefully this is a good sign.