WW Week 3....

It was our second weigh in.  Last week I lost 6.2 pounds.  This week...a measly 1.8.  Two weeks in, 8 pounds down.  I guess that's ok.  I didn't get a sticker though :(
It's been a rough week.  I posted my blog on the weight watcher site and people called me a racist for my remarks about the Indian call center.  Don't people know that India is known for their call centers?  Haven't they seen Slumdog Millionaire?  If I point out that a car was probably made in Detroit, is that racist? How much sense does that make?  Then, a girl said I shouldn't call myself fat.  That it was self deprecating and a sign that I'm "hurting."  Uh....noooo.  I called myself fat because I'm fat.  I'm a fat realist. (Although, this week I guess I'm a less fat realist.)  The only hurt I'm feeling right now are hunger pangs because I'm STARVING.  So...I decided that folks on the weight watchers message boards aren't ready for me.  I need politically incorrect folks who have the intelligence to recognize the art of sarcasm. I need you.
Yesterday we went to Buffalo Wild Wings.  (Note to self: Don't go to Buffalo Wild Wings when you only have 7 points left for the day). Everyone around me is ordering wings....the honey BBQ ones.  I listen....and weep silently in my heart.  I look at my little WW app to see how many points are in an order of wings....33. That means, I couldn't eat for the next day and a half.  So I search in a frenzy for something that fits in my 7 point range.  Finally I find it.  The kid's meal - cheeseburger....with fries mandarin oranges.

I do like my little WW app.  It has a scanner.  You can go to the grocery store and scan items to find out how many points are in it.  Of course I head for the WalMart pizza section to discover that their pizzas are only 8 points a slice.  How awesome is that?  I take it home and cook it....and then it dawns on me....maybe their slice/serving, is different than what I'm thinking.  Hmmmm.  I check the label.  Twelve servings in one pizza.  Okay....so I'll cut it into 12.  So my serving size went from envelope size....to postage stamp size.  Eight points per bite basically.
A few things from our meeting today.
I found out you can use your hand to figure out portion sizes.  Your palm is about the size of what your meat serving should be.  Make a fist and that's a cup.  Make a cup with one hand and that can hold 3 ounces of nuts.  Your thumb tip is about a tablespoon and your finger tip is about a teaspoon.  There. Now you don't need a scale.  I personally plan on using Rob's gigantic hand when I need to know how much steak I should be eating.
Annoying man made his appearance as well.  Our speaker was talking about how her husband over did his points and couldn't sleep because his belly hurt.  She had an "I told you so" moment with him...annoying man raises his hand.
"I have a point of contention with that," he says. "You shouldn't shame him into this program.  He shouldn't feel shame.  I don't want to feel ashamed for overdoing it." Blah Blah Blah.
I imagine my hands around his throat while he's talking.  Tightening...slowly...then all at once.  Then I think to myself, "Why am I so grumpy?  Why do I want to hurt him?"  Oh that's right....I'M STARVING.  And I was eating mandarin oranges last night while everyone else was sucking Honey BBQ sauce off their fingers.  The other guy in the meeting starts to speak up but his observation dies down into a whisper.  I see that his wife has placed a death grip on his knee.  I give her a mental high five.
The sweet speaker, who is always encouraging and joyful, finesses the annoying man until his grumblings subside and we're dismissed to face another week.
And as I walk out the door a friend sends me this....and I'm thankful for friends...who get me.

Weight Watchers Weigh In...Week One

Hey It's me Rhonda.  You probably don't recognize me because:
I'VE LOST SIX POINT TWO POUNDS. 6.2lbs.  Six. Point. Two.  And I know the point two is correct because Weight Watchers uses a thousand dollar, mind-reading scale each week to weigh us.

That's almost a pound a day I've lost.
It's only been one week and I'm no expert but here are a few things I've observed about WW.  First of all, late night runs to Taco Bell aren't as fun as they used to be.


After a long day this past week, dinner time came around and my husband decided to make the usual Taco Box run.  But wait.  I only had 4 points left for my day.  So I pulled out my little WW app and to my surprise....Taco Bell is not very WW friendly.  I had to settle for a Chicken Chalupa.  Who orders that?  Ever?  Desperate fat people with the WW app....that's who!  I also discovered that no matter how hard I try, I can not fit a full pan of walnut brownies into 3 WW points.  Also, a salad is not always the best choice.  Especially if you're at Newk's.  Just for the fun of it, I calculated the points on my favorite "go to" combo meals at my beloved Wendy's.  My spicy chicken combo...I thought I'd control myself and type in "medium" instead of my usual "large."
I learned that one combo meal at Wendy's accounted for one whole day of my 26 points.
That means, I should be dividing it into thirds and eating one third for breakfast, lunch and then dinner to stay within the WW guidelines.  Are they asking too much?  Or are we just gluttoness combo lovers?  I think the latter.  I also learned that the WW app with its 24/7 chat helpline is a bit iffy.  There I was, at Huddle House (who among us has not been to a waffle specialty truck stop?), when I found myself needing point values for a Golden Waffle with Pecans....it's not on their app under restaraunts....so I searched for the equivalent: Waffle House.  No where to be found.  How could this be?  Don't they know people who attend WW are going to find themselves at a fine dining Waffle establishment within the first week?  I hit my chat line up.  She answered.  I texted out my dilemma.  No Huddle House, I said.  No Waffle House either. 
"Are those local places that only your area has?  Maybe you should try the next best chain restaurant."  That was her answer.  And that's when it dawned on my that Hillary from Omaha whose bio says she lost 45 pounds was actually probably Mr. Patel from India working the phone lines. Who doesn't know Waffle House is a chain?  I digress.
At the meeting we were given tiny little stickers if we lost 5 pounds or more.  If I had known there were going to be prizes, I would've worked harder.  The .003 cent sticker felt like an Olympic Gold Medal.  That's the upside of the meeting.  The downside of the meeting is still the whiny, attention-seeking guy who says he feels trapped by the points.  But I can't hear him because the sound of my shrinking rear end drowns out all negativity concerning this WW gig.  Boundaries are good.  You can find freedom inside them.  I hope he gets it soon.
Am I off to a good start? Yes.  Can I keep up this pace?  I don't know.  But I just discovered that you can put 3 tablespoons of cake mix and 2 of water in a coffee mug for one minute in the microwave and it makes a little 3 point cake!  Maybe it's only a few bites but I'm discovering, a few bites is plenty.
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