So I woke up with a massive vegetable craving today. It’s true that my diet has been a little lacking in vegetables lately, but this one took me by surprise! Breakfast was a giant bowl of arugula and a kind bar, 6 Weight Watchers Points Plus.
I made nachos with my daughter for lunch. I had 24 bite sized Tostitos, 1/2 cup shredded cheddar (full fat), 1/2 cup refried beans, and probably more than 1/2 cup of salsa (doesn’t matter how much, salsa is zero points), for 16 Points Plus. And I totally ate it out of the pan so I could peel off those baked on cheesy bits. Oh yeah.
At that point I had my dinner pre-recorded in my Weight Watchers app and I planned on finishing the day on track. But things kind of devolved…
I had a sweet tooth in the afternoon and ate three kind of stale packaged cookies. Ugh, not worth it. I wonder just how horrified the Viennese would be to learn that we call these Vienna fingers. 6 Points Plus.
I thought about having a tiny dinner to make up for the ravioli, but I decided it’s the weekend, I was hungry, I had the weekly points, and I just wanted a giant burrito. Ergo, a chicken Grilled Stuft burrito from Taco Bell (oh how I hate having to type “stuft”, but such is my punishment for this splurge, I suppose). 21 Points Plus
This brings the day to 55/40 points, the extra covered by weekly points. Technically I wasn’t off plan, but this wasn’t great.
When I look back on this day it looks like a huge amount of food. I even thought for awhile that it looks similar to the way I used to eat when I wasn’t paying attention at all to my food intake other than whether it tasted good. But I realized that that’s not actually true. I’m disturbed to realize that I used to eat even more than this. Because back then I would never have stopped with three sandwich cookies. I would have kept the pack with me and ended up eating a whole column. And even though now a grilled stuft burrito seems huge to me, Back then it used to be my go-to fast food order, and I used to get something with it. The amount of food I used to eat is frightening. The scary thing is that even while I was eating that much food, I never “over ate” in terms of eating to the point of discomfort. I ate to the point of satisfaction; my big stomach could just hold a lot.
So, while I ate a lot today, it actually served as a reminder of how far I’ve come, and that I don’t want to return to that. I also realize that I have a long road in front of me, and that I am nowhere near ideal eating habits, but as always I’m just glad to be making progress.