It hit me at dinner at Susi's and lunch with Kim that I am truly back in the Weight Watchers mode. It really hit me when I decided to bring a Top Dog veggie dog to D's BBQ- as an option (and my own bun). I realized that I have not been "on the wagon" really since I was pregnant with Noa. I mean it took my dietician threatening me (Third conversation about the need to gain weight- Sharon: When do you think this will become a problem? Dietician: This _is_ a problem. I don't want to see Fiber One anywhere on your log. I don't want to see any meal where you do not have butter, bacon or some kind of fat. And, I want to see you next week.) to get me to eat more fat and cut out my fiber one when I was pregnant with Noa. I had only gained ten pounds six weeks into my third trimester.
But, boy, do I love FAT. And, I am the queen of the slippery slope. So, that has been the hardest thing (and portion control) about truly being on the wagon again. So, when I found myself being happy with my hummus and cucumbers and whole grain cracker instead of grabbing that piece of bread and slathering her butter sludge on it; when I measured both the dressing in teaspoons and cheese with the scale for the Caesar's; when I actually was not fantasizing about eating some fat laden BBQ thing at D's, I knew I was back. Wow, I guess exercise will be the same process. Not immediate. hmm...that's depressing. Another blog?
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