Watching Weight

As of this moment, I have absolutely no idea how much I weigh. Sorry, I'm not comfortable with giving any details on approximations either. Let's just say that every time I step on a scale (the same scale that I've always stepped on), depending upon the time of day, whether or not I've eaten or had something to drink or if I've gone to the bathroom. I fluctuate about three pounds. Considering the fact that I'm almost certain I've lost about two pounds since the Thursday before last when we started this whole weight watching business, a three pound fluctuation on the plus side makes me pause and want to go eat a donut. I mean, if I'm not losing any weight even after dieting and exercise (I've been walking), what's the point right?

I wish I could say I were made of stronger stuff, but stick a plate of something yummy in front of me and my resolve buckles faster than a container ship hitting a bridge. Such are the triumphs and defeats of quixotic weight loss I guess. I've been very good lately. I've almost totally cut out my daily cream filled coffee as well as any sugary drinks and replacing them with water or tea. I'm purposefully staying away from Starbucks and Peets....mmm...Staaarrbuuuucks...fraaapppaaccinnnooooo...(:sniff: no more, no more for me).

Yes my friends, I've been good. Which is why I thought today, since I had a few extra points, I could indulge in some home cooked Vietnamese food at my auntie's house. In my family (the vast majority of which is extremely thin and can eat me under the table), Sundays are for eating. Luckily for us, we have tons of aunties who are fantastic cooks and love nothing better than to eat and feed us themselves. I have a theory that all Vietnamese families are foodies really because I have yet to meet a Vietnamese person who didn't like to eat.

Today had the added benefit of being one of my little cousins' birthdays and so there was a feast to be had of Banh Xeo (a crispy, savory crepe), crab and shrimp noodle soup, and a variety of other delights. I had weighed myself before I left for my auntie's and was perturbed to find that I appeared to have gained back what I had lost and so when I did get there and she put a plate of fresh crispy banh xeo in front of my face, what else was I to do but wallow in my failure and eat TWO of them? Granted that's pretty much all I ate all day and it was delicious but still. Weakness, oily, fried crap, bad. Yeah. 15 points each turns out. Ouch. As Loyal Reader Alice pointed out, Vietnamese food really does have a lot of hidden fat and carbs. (Hi Loyal Reader Alice! Thanks for reading! Good luck with your diet as well! :wave:)

Still, I didn't feel too guilty, I felt defiant in fact. I defy you Weight Watcher's Diet! You aren't the boss of me. I walked on the treadmill for an hour to make up for some of the calories I consumed, feeling triumphant that I got to eat what I wanted today. It's back to the diet tomorrow, but I think Sundays, I'll be back to eating whatever I feel like. Maybe if I limit all the special eating to Sunday, I won't feel too bad and not really hurt my diet too much. That and I'll have something to look forward to; yeah! And you know what? The scale didn't punish me today. It says I weight less than I did this morning.