Can't Spell Bruegger's without Rue

I have to moan momentarily about being on a diet. Mainly because I want to eat . . .

Thank God for Weight Watchers which helps me to control my intake. By calculating my points for the day, I can better ensure I don't overeat. However, calculating my points after eating can be downright shocking.

Case in point:
Breakfast today = coffee, bagel and peanut butter
Lunch today = grapes and a La Yogurt probiotic, nonfat yogurt
Dinner today = none because I have no points remaining

Bruegger's sucks. More points in one whole wheat bagel than in a McDonald's Egg McMuffin. More points than two pieces of pepperoni pizza at Chuck E. Cheese. More points than chocolate ice cream at Haagen Dazs. I could have had chocolate raspberry cake at Starbucks instead.

Or almost four glasses of wine. Four.

Sure, wine has no protein but it would help me to forget that I'm STARVING.

True Inspiration

As a second time Weight Watchers member and a genuine believer in their product, I am still amazed at many of the Success Stories that are posted on their website. Knowing I really don’t have too much weight to take off (comparatively) makes it beyond inspirational when I view these pictures and realize that there are strong and beautiful people out there who have the motivation and drive to lose more than I weigh! It really puts things into perspective for me.

While I realize the system doesn’t work for everyone, I know that it definitely works for me. Like Bridget Jones, I used to spend Saturday mornings while in college mentally tallying the number of cocktails and cigarettes (ugh!) I had the night before. (I also hoped beyond hope that if I screamed “Hey Kool-Aid,” a giant, frosty pitcher of cherry drink would come crashing through the wall and I wouldn’t have to get out of bed – but that’s another story altogether.) Computing my intake was a de facto weekend pastime so, 20+ years later, counting food points comes naturally to me.

It’s now week two and I’m about five pounds lighter with only ten more to go. Thanks to the No Pudge brownies I made last night and the Skinny Cow flying saucers the hubby bought for me, I don’t have to give up the chocolate that my body craves. I just have to meter it out slowly! And I have to also give thanks to Jennifer Love Hewitt for reminding us that -- even if you’re super rich and can surround yourself with the best dietitians and trainers in the world -- sometimes it’s still okay to have some curves.

Amen sister.