The week started off well. I was watching everything I ate, right down to a piece of turkey I nicked from the fridge on Tuesday because I couldn’t bear to wait for dinner (my stomach is an ill-evolved creature, when it wants something it whinges and gnashes its teeth). Then I encountered my fatal diet flaw… OTHER PEOPLE! Take, for example, my husband. He’s a kind, considerate bloke and often makes the dinner when I’ve been at work all day. This is unbelievably great… except he makes man-size portions. You could plaster a wall with one helping of his mash potatoes.
So what to do? You love your spouse’s cooking. They’d be upset if you said you didn’t want to eat their offering and crept into a corner to nibble on celery instead, plus it smells so good. I find my husband responds to good old fashioned reason. I explained that I was back on the diet with a vengeance and he helped me measure out a girly-sized portion of mash and turkey on our cheap plastic scales. No fuss, no muss. It’s all about the portions.
That’s why I’ve been more successful with WeightWatchers than anything else I’ve tried. Not that I’ve tried many things, truth be told. I flirted with the Rosemary Connolly diet at university and counted calories for a while when I was much younger (my mum bought me a special notebook I could log my calorie intake in… The whole enterprise lasted a fortnight). With WeightWatchers though, you don’t often feel as if you’re missing out because as long as you stick to recommended portions and don’t go over the day’s points quota (an amalgamation of the calories and fat in food), you can eat just about anything. Case in point, I had enough points left over last night to treat myself to a jammy doughnut :) Eating just one is a major improvement too, normally I would munch down half the bag (can’t let them sit in the fridge and go stale, that’s wasteful!).
Do you think I should ask WeightWatchers to pay me for all this advertising?!
Finishing on the other people as diet flaw theme, my boss presented me with a bag of chocolate bunnies today (yes, I’ve just realised that I’ve picked up my diet the week before Easter… Good move!). But I only ate one! Most people would think this was a sweet little present… but I’m quite certain my boss can’t stand the sight of me so she must be secretly plotting my diet downfall, cackling in her office and rubbing her little hands together at the thought of me gorging myself on cheap Easter treats. Then again, maybe I’m over thinking this.
Today I Want: Ice cream with chocolate chips and syrup (not a dinky little cone, a super-charged, mountainous bowlful that will take a good half an hour off my life).
Today I’ll Have: Half a tub of low-fat natural yoghurt with a heaped tablespoon of raisins.
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