It was a good meeting, we talked a lot about planning ahead and being prepared for events we know are coming up. I've been a member of Weight Watchers a year now and my grand total is 7.6 pounds.
I've been struggling a lot with mental temper tantrums at having to think about my food intake and my activity level. I was considering quitting until I ran into an old acquaintance who happens to go to the same meeting I do. She offered to start texting me encouragement, strategy, and hope.
It's been a great week with those little morale boosts. It's nice to think someone is watching over me, because as a stay-at-home mom I am always watching over everyone else. I usually get the leftovers of my energy and no one watches over me unless they want me to hurry up with dinner.
I am easily derailed by life events. What I realize now is life events happen every day and I have no control over them. I mean just in a week I've had three major events happen: I hit a dog, my cat died, and I killed my teapot because it doesn't whistle and I forgot about it on the stove. Okay, the teapot may not be a major event, but have you ever bought a flat bottomed teapot? They're expensive. And ironically enough so was hitting a dog ($200 headlight) and having my cat die ($75.00 cremation fee).
Last time I started loosing pets back in 2002 or 2003, I lost three in a row: One of the kids' guinea pigs died, we had to put our 12 year old dog down, and our cat died for unknown reasons on our front porch.
It came in threes. I'm hoping the teapot counts as my third disaster because it was expensive; although I did have a 20% off coupon which shaved $9 off the price. I'm hoping whoever counts disasters doesn't hold that against me.
So what I've learned this week is that I can control what I eat and maybe I should embrace that bit of control and use it as my catharsis rather than as my punishment.
Now that I've assessed the damage, it's time to put it behind me and move forward and have a snack... or a nap... or a snack and a nap.