I just noticed a week has passed since I have written a blog. That is probably not a good thing for me because the blog is one of my support systems. I know I have gained a couple of pounds. It has been an exhausting week. I have had a major catalogue and a major programme to put together for the upcoming ball. That and lunches with sponsors and the like and 5 evening events in 5 days have put me under the gun and not being that judicious about my eating habits.
It is really hard when you are tired. You are all dressed up in your evening clothes and look forward to that glass of wine that seldom stops at one. By the time dessert comes and you are trapped at the table, your defences are down, you look at the prettiest part of the meal and you nibble away. At least that is my scenario. I noticed they removed the plates around me in a timely manner but mine was left at least, last night. I picked away at the dessert and I can't say I didn't enjoy it all the while knowing I would pay for it tomorrow.
I am sure part of the reason for my downfall this week was knowing I didn't have to weigh-in. The church where I go to Weight Watchers were having their annual Christmas bazaar and pre-empted the Weight Watchers meeting. Of course, I would happen to be away in New York next weekend and will not weigh in again. So I am left to my own devices, to my own discipline, which hasn't been good in the past without a watch dog looking over me.
Well, yesterday and the four days preceding it are now today and it is time to change my perspective. I will count last week as a resting my laurels place for me and this week is to regain my bearings and self-control. I started the day by getting control of the things around me. Five days of loot bags were spread on the kitchen counter as well as a couple of days of evening purses. Once I put that all in order and the rest of my house too, I was ready to put my body in order too. It is funny that organization runs across the board. You seldom see a guy with a messy desk that is well-dressed and on the ball.
To start with, I declined my husband's generous offer to take me out to brunch and dinner. I decided it would be a good idea to set down some ground work to at least start the week right. My first actual meal other than a couple of lattes was at 11:45 a.m. I made omelettes each with two whites to one yolk, some salsa and cheese and a slice of fibre fruit bread. By late afternoon we were ready to eat again. This time it was a substantial salad with feta cheese, Parmesan sprinkles, poppy seed dressing and canned mandarin oranges and garbanzo beans. Other than that I haven't had anything but an apple since and I still have points left if I feel like them.
So I feel I have turned the corner and to quote Sir Edmund Hilary "It's not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves."
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