Had a lovely Christmas lunch yesterday. Yes, I'm aware that I'm a Jew--the Jew who loves X-mas!
As I may have mentioned, Weight Watchers operates on a points system. Victims are given a daily number of points that they then eat away at (double entendre intended). The number of points that you receive are based on weight--let's just say that I have a pretty sizable number of points in comparison to, well, everyone.
Without boring you with all of the eating details, I left Christmas lunch feeling like I had done an exceptional job at restraint. To ensure that Christmas lunch would be at least somewhat healthful, my fam volunteered to bring the main course--turkey chili. I staved off a second glass of wine and turned a mostly blind-eye to the pecan pie. There was no way I was gonna have trouble with exceeding my daily points.
(Not so) Famous last words.
I went home and entered my food into the master tracker with a proud grin on my face---I must have done soooooooo well! WRONG. As I entered each virtuous morsel and watched the point tally climb, my smile faded to a grumpy face. This prompted me to do a similar exercise with what I would have eaten, had I not done the whole life change thing. Scary.
The end result: the realization that THIS is why I am fat.
The concept that I formerly had of portion size, food values, and truly healthful foods was off the rails. Add to that a love of socializing over late nite food/ drink and not as much of a zeal for working out and you've got, well, me.
Who says you have to be in the Jesus camp to learn something at Christmas!
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