I’m a Weight Watcher. I’ve been one since J was a couple of months old. Want to see my official “before” picture? This is the one that, when I saw it, shocked me into the realization that I was fat. F.A.T. Here it is:
At this time I was 229. Ick. So that’s when I joined Weight Watchers. I kind of played around with it until January 2009, when I got serious and I worked hard and busted my hiney until I weighted 164. Not my goal, but close. Want to see that picture?
My ultimate goal is 148, but I’ll be happy to see 150 again.
Anyway, I’ve had a tough time since Baby K came along (19 months ago) getting back on the WW wagon. I totally lost my mojo. I’ve been gaining and losing the same 5 pounds for the last 5 months, stalled out. I decided to get serious, so the first order of business was to start tracking everything I ate (#1 rule in Weight Watchers – pretty much the only rule). I made a deal with myself that I would treat myself to something if I tracked everything for the last week. So I got tracking.
Every bite. Chocolate coconut bars, chocolate mint cheesecake, homemade ice cream, BBQ, cake, and all the other stuff I ate. Every lunch, dinner, snack, and breakfast. Breakfast was easy. I like oats with milk. Not all mushy like oatmeal, but just oats with milk, warmed a bit. I have a WW scale that I used to figure out an appropriate amount of oats, then figured out my milk. All together, my breakfast was 5 points. But I was super pleased with how much I got to eat for those 5 points – 5.5 oz of oats and 1 1/4 c. milk. Nice, big breakfast for 5 points.
To give you some context, a piece of pizza is about 8 points, a chocolate chip cookie is 4 points, a 4 oz. margarita is 5 points (but who only drinks 4 oz. of margarita?), and a couple pieces of bread are 3 points. I was quite smug with my breakfast. It kept me full well into the afternoon. Smug, smug, smug.
Until I got on the scale Monday morning and weighed 180. I’ve been hovering around 177 for the last few weeks, so I was shocked when I gained 3 pounds after a week of tracking. 90% of the time, I’ll lose weight after even a week of faithful tracking, but even staying the same isn’t all that unusual. But GAINING 3 pounds? Wow.
I decided Monday morning that I would not only track everything, but I’d be meticulous about measuring my portions. So I zeroed out my scale, punched in the appropriate numbers, and weighed out my oats. Before I even got half the oats in, I was up to 7 points. SEVEN POINTS? What? I zeroed out the scale and started again. This time I had the digital readout set to ounces, not points, and I put in my 5.5 ounces of steel cut oats before toggling the readout to points. Are you ready for this? It said 15.
FIFTEEN points! And that’s without my 3 points for milk. So I’ve been eating 18 points for breakfast. I only get 29 points in a day, plus the extra 49 to use however I want throughout the week. I did a little quick math and realized I’d consumed 91 extra points over the course of the week. Dang! No wonder I was up 3 pounds. I figured out the right amount of oats and milk for a 5 point breakfast and was sad because I had to put away my big huge soup bowl and get a
smaller more respectable bowl. What a bummer.
On the plus side, I weighed 176.3 this morning when I got on the scale. Not quite sure how all that worked, but I’m glad I got the oat stuff sorted out. Another good thing is that I managed to track everything this week, so I met my goal and got my prize. Want to see what I got?
Yup. I’m cool. Got some sticker paint for my nails.
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