Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Weight Watchers

My hobby this month is losing fat. After pounding out six mysteries in two and a half years, I’ve blimped out to a scale reading I never expected to see in my lifetime. Yipes. Time for intervention. Time for Weight Watchers On-Line.

I didn’t know about this nifty option until I googled around. There it was. A three month package on-line with a daily chart to count points and a weekly weigh-in. The handy site calculated my age, weight, etc. and came up with my magic number. I started out with 18 points per day and 35 points to use any way I’d like throughout the week. Since I love wine, I decided to use the spare ones as wine points. Smart, right?

Weight watchers suggested 3 servings of fat-free dairy products every day since I’m over fifty. Okay, there go 6 of my 18 points. 12 left. I could have 3 ounces portions of meat. I got out my handy kitchen scale because I didn’t have a clue. I found out that 1 ounce of meat, poultry, or fish is the equivalent of one mouthful! I’m exaggerating a bit, but not much. So one boneless, skinless chicken breast is 3 points. Now I’m down to 9 points and I’ve only had milk and chicken.

The good news is that veggies and most fruits are free. Bad news is I’ll never again see a baked potato or a lucious mound of pasta.

By Wednesday of the first week, I had used my 35 extra points just trying to survive. I had 4 days to go and NO extra points left. Sheer determination got me through to my first weigh-in where I’d lost 2 pounds. Yahoo. The best part is, I found out I can get points back by exercising. A chart tells me how many points for what activity. And housework, gardening, and laundry washing count as points.

Three weeks into it and I’m really on my way. I’m eating healthier than I’ve ever eaten in my life. I’m walking for wine points ( I have to have my wine) and I’m learning portion control.

Spring has sprung and life is good.

1 comment:

Camille Minichino said...

Where has the real Deb Baker gone? The one I met at Malice looked perfect to me!
The one I met at Malice was also clever enough, however, to have come up with that great doll-on-a-scale photo. Did you make it yourself, Deb?