July 25, 2001
A week ago on Wednesday July 18th, 2001 I made a decision. A decision that hopefully will change my life. I joined Weight Watchers. I may not have picked the best week to start, but there probably is no “best” week to start. However, on Saturday evening I was hosting a pot-luck dinner with a group of friends. Everybody else was bringing the food and I would have no control over what was placed before me. I knew one person was bringing lasagna; one of my favorite dishes. On Thursday and Friday I tried to bank a few extra points, and not eat much Saturday for breakfast and lunch. While I went over my allotment, I only went over by 3 points, which I easily made up for on Sunday. When I weighed in today before the meeting, I had lost 2.75 pounds. An exciting beginning.
What I learned this week:
I eat every Tuesday night at Steak ‘n Shake with several friends. I worried a little bit about what I would eat, but through the message boards at WeightWatchers I found a wonderful webiste called Dottis Weight Loss Zone with a bunch of menus, including Steak n Shake’s. A Chili Mac with 4 saltines is listed as 7.5 points. However, since the saltines are at least 1 point, it’s really only 6.5. I had a Chili Mac and a diet soda; a tasty meal, and I felt satisfied.
Another challenge is a co-worker who has a basket full of Hershey’s nuggets, and similar candy at her desk. I went to the Hershey website and looked up the nutritional information for the nuggets. They’re only 1 point. I heard at the meeting today that a Tootsie Roll is also 1 point. If I have to give in to temptation occasionally, these chocolate treats at least won’t be killers if I keep myself to just one.
Even if I continue eating occasionally at fast food restaurants, there’s almost always something on the menu that will fit into the program as long as I don’t overdo it.
My second big test is coming up this week. I am leaving town this weekend to go to the Starfleet International Conference. This annual conference for the international fan organization is in a different city every year. This year it’s in Kansas City — way too close to St. Louis for me to miss it. The friend I am driving down with wants to start the journey Friday at Harrah’s All-You-Can-Eat Breakfast bar. If I can stay on-program this weekend, I think I can meet any obstacle.