My local Weight Watchers Meeting is a very positive place. Warm and friendly people that are always giving you positive feedback, no matter what. I have never thought of myself as someone that needs their hand held or head patted, but with so much negativity in the world today, it sure makes this journey easier to be encouraged, rather than criticized.
I got up last Saturday morning and said "Today is the day!" I had been thinking about going back, but really hated to spend the money. I decided that morning that I just had to do it. I am so glad I did.
Saturday through Thursday went so very smooth. I met several challenges head on and the food did not win. Ho'made pie, Christmas goodies in the break-room. I passed them up and was proud. Made sure I told people I had joined so they would know not to push stuff on me or be offended when I turned it down. It went well.
Now, Friday evening was my Firm's Christmas party. Friday NIGHT, before a Saturday MORNING weigh in!!! YIKES!! Last year we were served minuscule appetizers on a plate and I couldn't help but PRAY they did that again (although last year I found it offensive, LOL) But NO, this year is was a buffet style appetizer table. That was my first bump in the road and I do admit to stumbling.
The meal was not overly impressive. Peas with pearl onions, not my fave, so I left them. A twice baked potato that was over cooked, so I left it. Prime rib that was a little on the dry side, so between that and the portion side - I ate half and brought the rest home. My furkids had prime rib that night. LOL!! And I managed to have one glass of wine
and was content with it. I wanted more, but did not dwell on it.
Now, last year I remember that I was not impressed at all with the desert offerings and was truly hoping that they would not disappoint me this year so that I could turn it down and feel the accomplishment!!! But alas, peanut butter parfait pie!!!
(make believe it's peanut butter). OK - so a couple bites. I ate it all. And with the last bite, I had to thoughts, first being, "what have I undone?" and the second being, "one more bite and I'll barf!"
I left the party feeling a bit defeated. Scolding myself for giving in and falling victim to my sweet-tooth once again. Too late, it is in the belly, get over it. I will admit to it being the first thing I thought of Saturday upon rising. Why? Oh, shut up, it is over with!! And off I went. Praying for a lose of ANY kind was the most I was asking for.
Down 3.6 pounds, with a party the night before!!
Damn, did I feel good!!! Did a little happy dance!! Came back and gave the recount to my BLC team and one of the gals said it best, "Jan - You know, you are proof that it is all about the big picture and not just ONE meal! You can enjoy yourself and get back on track and not do any damage." Thanks Dena, just what I needed to hear!
I also proved to myself that you will not die from NOT tasting every goodie that comes along. I intend to stay out of the break-room all this week as I know it will be full of temptations that I do not need. And I will return to the warm and friendly atmosphere of my Weight Watcher Group and get that positive feedback that we all need from time to time, no matter what, and focus on my journey!