I can't even begin to count the number of pints of ice cream I've eaten in farewell to . . . ice cream. Every time I decide, "okay, this is it--I HAVE to lose weight," I feel compelled to throw a private farewell to ice cream.
Yes, that's exactly what I did tonight. I won't tell you the flavor but my friends Ben & Jerry were guests.
It's so ridiculous, but I know I'm not the only one who overeats in preparation for a diet. I know it's dumb. But I do it anyway.
So what do I have planned?
I'm going to start Weight Watchers online.
I know. I KNOW.
If you've followed this blog for any length of time, you are familiar with my lack of enthusiasm for counting anything: points, calories, fat grams, carbs, etc.
But several things have shoved me in the direction of Weight Watchers--and Jessica Simpson was not one of them.
I have friends who have recently been on Weight Watchers and both have lost weight. One started in January and has lost fifty pounds. The other started three months (?) ago and has lost nearly thirty.
And I just can't continue stumbling in the same direction, trying to eat perfectly, cutting out all sugar and white flour and white potatoes and white rice. When I do eat one of those things, I tend to lose my mind and give up entirely and eat like I'm in a race to become the fattest woman in Southern California. Following a low-glycemic index diet worked so well for me six years ago but now, for whatever reason, it's just not working. I need a new idea, a new plan.
So, I'm going to give Weight Watchers another try. (I've lost weight on Weight Watchers before.) I will be able to tell myself I can eat anything I want as long as I budget for it. That should bypass my crazyness.
A girl can hope, anyway.
The other appealing thing about Weight Watchers is that I find the ease of tracking with an iPhone app very appealling. I am deeply in love with my iPhone and think it will be ideal and maybe even fun.
I'm planning to start this new venture on Monday. I almost talked myself out of it because next weekend I am going on a women's retreat and how will I track my points when I don't have much control over the menu . . . but then I thought if I wait until all conditions are perfect--and no eating holiday is in the near future--I will never get started.
After all, this is the month of snack-sized Halloween candy and next month is Thanksgiving dinner and after that comes Christmas with all the events and food and after that is my birthday, Superbowl Sunday, Valentine's Day, Easter . . . I mean, it's just neverending.
So, Monday. Weight Watchers. I've already paid for my three month membership and downloaded the app on my phone.
And I've said farewell to ice cream. Again.