I was fairly good last week, or at least I though so. I did not journal, but I did keep track of points with my little bead bracelet I made years ago with crafts materials from the boys’ daycare. I got the idea from an old item they used to sell at Weight Watchers, a river-pearl bracelet with black pearl every 5 points–you just move a little marker down the beads for every point consumed. Not very manly, so I made mine using earth tone beads, with every fifth bead a dark green. A kind of calorie rosary, as it were. I made a little elastic loop to move down the line of consumed calories. When I first tried this, years ago, it worked fine– I kept to my allowed 26 points, with no real effort on my part.
No longer the case.
So this week, for the first time in years, I am going to journal again, writing down everything that goes in my body. Boring, but it might be what it takes. When I was flipping channels last night, there was some rotund comedian talking about his failed dieting experiences– “I tried Weight Watchers for two weeks. Wanna know what I lost? Two weeks.” Those damn desires. Sicut cervus desiderat ad fontes aquarum. . .
Boys have been gone this week with Grandma at nature camp. It is too quiet around here, and I’ve been cooking all the things they won’t eat, mostly for myself– I did my killer, low-fat puttanesca sauce, with enormous shrimp and a whole tin of anchovies. 6 points a serving, I think, since shellfilsh are fairly innocuous. Weigh-in tomorrow. We’ll see.
Posted by jochoapa 
