So, I'm back at the W.W. Not in my dream, but in real life. I knew it was time when I reached my original weight watchers starting weight and was down to two shirts and one skirt that fit. But yesterday I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and had an awful day and let me emotions drive right through the Burger King Drive Through. Then I drank a couple of beers after kickball. Then I had an ice cream sandwich for a bedtime snack.
Then I dreamt that I had had surgery. Not like a gastric bypass, but ...well, I don't know what. In my dream I was in a lot of pain because I had all of these little 1-2 inch incisions on my stomach and legs, where they were sucking out the fat, presumably. Anyway, I was wearing normal clothes - like jeans. And the jeans were rubbing on my incisions. And it hurt.
Moral of the story is: Although a BK TenderCrisp sandwich is delicious, it is not worth the pain and suffering.
But the beer is.
Home Sweet Home
8 years ago
3 comments:
I'm doing WW too. I also have had bad days and said "f**k it, I'm eating deep-fried bacon-wrapped cheese for dinner!".
I did discover a good compromise though...I eat nothing but core foods during the week (except for one beer every night) then I will pig out on the weekends.
I've lost 10 pounds so far! Woohoo!
Trav
I totally relate to this and can't figure out why I am increasing in size even without the beer! WW is a good program....I know I need to get on one.
Maybe your pajamas were just itchy...
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