In the haze of a deep-fried food coma at the Minnesota State Fair. Photo by Coleman.
I've been working on my health and fitness for almost 9 months.
For most of this time, I've been pretty okay with the Weight Watchers plan. I mean, you just choose foods with appropriate points values, eat them, and write them down. Done and done!
But since I've upped my fitness activities, I am not going to lie: I'm hungrier.
And I'm also trying to focus on better nutrition to help fuel my body for said activities.
I'm not an expert by any stretch, but I'm trying to get some good proteins, carbs and fats at each meal. Trying being the operative word. As soon as you add that teaspoon of olive oil to your tomatoes, they go from a nice points total of "0" to a whopping "1." And while I realize that "1" is going to kill your plan, it does add up over the course of three meals and two snacks if you aren't careful.
Then there's the craptastic foods I also still try to get away with. You know, Kettle brand baked potato chips ("But they're baked! They're GOOD for you!") Or maybe a nice serving of all natural Pirate's Booty ("But it's ALL NATURAL. It's GOOD for you!") Lord knows I loves me some crunchy snacks.
Then there's the healthier things I'm trying to add in, like the new Clif Mojo bars. Oh, sweet energy Gods. The Peanut Butter crunch bar? Divine. And, unfortunately, four friggin' points a pop.
Then there's just things like pizza. And cookies. And raw dough. And peanut butter straight from the jar. One spoonful after another. And another.
I feel like I'm in both a slump and a dangerous place as far as regression into poor eating habits go. It only takes me a few weeks of crap eating to put a serious scare into me.
In the past two weeks I've eaten crap at: 1) a huge anniversary party; 2) Famous Dave's; and 3) The Minnesota State Fair. I couldn't have calculated the points if I tried.
And now, I'm struggling to get back into a groove of 19 points a day.
I hate to be whining and obsessing about this, but honestly? I'm obsessing and whining about it.
And the reality of it is this: 19 points ain't a lot of food some days.
You know what I'm sayin', Gs?
