When you don’t hear from a healthy lifestyle blogger for a while, it’s usually not a good sign. I’ve fallen off the proverbial wagon, and I’m having trouble getting back up.
I’ve been falling for a while… not tracking points for months and months. I don’t track when I don’t want to know what I’m eating. I was kinda making sure things stayed ok… in essence, I was doing Core (or Filling Foods, the newfangled term from Weight Watchers). When you do Core, you limit your foods to certain foods and then only track the non-core foods.
I was still doing ok, though, drifting slowly down. But then, they changed the schedule of classes at my local Y. I had been going three times a week, twice a week to a boot camp class after work and once a week to kickboxing in addition to daily walks. But the boot camp class moved from 5 pm to 5:30, which meant instead of going directly from work to the class, I would have to drive an additional 15 minutes home to get the kids from after school care and drive back to the Y since their after school care ends at 6:30.
Needless to say, any exercise plan that requires that much extra work (and driving in rush hour traffic) won’t work for long. Instead of doing a class, I was trying to do some running* and then some hand weights/balance ball exercises.
Then daylight savings time ended, and with it that plan.
As darkness fell on my exercise regime, some people in my house actually went door to door and took the best kind of candy from our neighbors and stored it in big bags in our house. Then, those people (ok, I should probably call them my children) would ask for it every night, and would very generously let me eat the Milky Ways and peanut butter cups because they were happier eating skittles and other kinds of candy that would definitely have been second or third tier back in MY day.
The good candy is now disposed of (note the crafty use of passive voice here! Nothing here says that I disposed of it by eating it), but now I’m up a few pounds, without any kind of eating discipline and exercising irregularly.
Normally, a Weight Watchers meeting is a good way for me to get back on track, but last weekend our family celebrated a Bat Mitzvah. For those who don’t know what a Bat Mitzvah is, it is when a girl turns 13, reads from the Torah (holy scrolls), and then has a big party and gets lots of money.
We skipped the big party, but not the delicious luncheon. Did you know that restaurants make sandwiches with real crusty freshly-made bread (NOT sandwich thins), chicken, grilled onions (yes, with real olive oil, not Pam) AND with big slabs of brie (no laughing cow)?
It’s true. Not only did this abomination to Weight Watchers exist, but I ate it. Not half, the whole thing. I also ate the chocolate cake with hazelnut whipped cream that came after it. I would give myself credit for asking for the salad instead of the fries with that sandwich, but that meant I just ate my kids’ instead.
So I’m looking for my resolve. Have you seen it running around your neighborhood? Should I put up posters? Offer a reward?
How do you get back on track?
*For the purposes of this blog, we will call the running-like motion without any appreciable speed running or jogging. This is to humor the blogger, and by no means is an accurate representation of the activity described.
